There are times when I can’t breathe, when I can’t catch my breath. When I can’t find my way ahead. When it feels like it’s all in vain. When it feels like I finally overstepped my destiny. Went to far. Exceeded the speed limit. Took too much.
And then there are times when I feel like there isn’t enough time to do what I have yet to do. To feel what I have yet to feel. To be heard. To be seen. To be the person that I couldn’t be back then, because I didn’t know that she existed. I didn’t know that she was possible.
And there are times that I lay away at night, in the darkness, and the quiet, and I just breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat. Until finally my body falls away from my mind, and I am able to drift off for three hours before I have to get up again.
And I know that this is what is supposed to be, otherwise, I would not be compelled. I just don’t know why.
And therein lies the adventure. I am still here. Living. Loving. Falling. Landing. Feeling. Numbing. Breathing. But not sleeping.