Suspended and weightless
Swept away, breathless
Time stalls and stops
I can’t believe I’m going to be 30 soon… pretty much nothing in my life has turned out how I thought it would, but that’s ok. Overall I really can’t complain– other than about my anxiety I suppose. After losing my dog recently and other types of stress… I just can’t wait to just get lost at sea again. It reminds me how small I actually am and I appreciate the power of it.
Whenever I lose someone close to me, this time, my dog Squish, it becomes glaringly apparent to me how short life is. It reminds me that what matters is spending time with the people you want to spend time with … and who want to spend time with you. Don’t make someone a priority if they don’t make you one. Nothing is promised, nothing guaranteed, and it can’t be.
When I’m feeling low like this, I realize I have thoughts that I won’t be able to truly trust/have intimacy again. When I’m angry, like I am now, I don’t really care. Maybe I’ll care tomorrow.
How completely high was I? I was off by a thousand miles. Hit the ceiling, then you fall. Things are tougher than we are.