I am stuck in that moment when your lungs have exhaled all of its contents and are just about to fill with new air. That pause. That scary moment when they have released all that they had and you're not quite sure of they will fill again. Well my life is trapped in this same sort of hiatus.
I have released all that I had and am looking at all that could be. Some may say that this is no doubt you will breathe fresh air again. It is natural and at the core of our body's routine. My ego and anxiety is telling me just the opposite. There is no more to come.
I am trying to listen to those comforting words of others and to have faith in myself but the voices of negativity are far more convincing. Maybe this hiatus is me. Maybe I am my fear.
Some part of me is trying so hard to hold onto the hope that fresh air will come.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Open-Ended: Letters to Myself and the World
PuisiThese are simply scribbles of thoughts or ideas that just bubble up. Much is unedited and meant to allow for the words to set in as they are meant to for each reader.
