I have been quiet. The last weeks and months have been tough and I’ve been short on inspiration, without words.
I still find dawns, sunsets, beauties to breath on, but life has felt a lot like existence rather than living and I haven’t liked that much. I don’t know quite how to live without living…it doesn’t suit me.
A dream has died and I am struggling to shrug off the cling-clutch of its crumbling skins.
I hope there is love for me. But I don’t see it from where I’m standing.
I hope another dream will flourish. But I’m finding it hard to believe in my ability to be anything more than just this.
There are days when I think this dead dull in-between is all there is and it feels all wrong. It might be normal but is nowhere near enough.. Perhaps I have been spoiled with too much joy.
Wandering the world left me undaunted but this, ordinary life, finds me washed out and weary. I feel like I should make a break for the exit. I want a future in a can or a hero on a horse but I’m not sure there is one for me…
I am planning the pep talk…