I’ll sit real still and shut my eyes, and imagine that the force of the world spinning is actually moving faster than my mind, and in that moment its living my life for me.
These are the moments after the East coast of the continental US has gone to sleep, I’m left alone to debate all the decisions I’ve made.
good/bad
right/wrong
Lately I’m deadlocked, take better care, invest more in me vs. living in the present, its a strange yet perfect war that I’m completely sure I’d rather sit out - and yet here I am.
What is an opportunity that isn’t taken advantage of?
A waste?
An investment?
Each moment becomes one or the other - an ephemeral exchange of hopes and dreams, leveraged on the backs of those you love the most.
Or those who love you the most.
This war has collateral damage, and it takes no hostages, and it makes the cold war look concise.
Its battles have no winner, no loser, just protracted peace.
I guess this is my way of saying I’m ready for peace
I’m worthy of peace.
