Something got lost, I don’t know exactly where and when it happened, but something got lost.
That willingness to expose thoughts, that joy in writing, that desire to transform feelings into writings – yes, something has been lost.
I don’t know if I got lost trying to find myself.
I don’t know if I got lost while I was leaving everything in its proper place.
I don’t know if I got lost when I was making my life easier and less messy.
I don’t know if I got lost when I was running around trying to achieve something that doesn’t make any sense anymore.
Maybe I got lost for organizing myself too much.
Maybe I got stuck in this “bad habit” of perfection and ended up forgetting that it doesn’t exist, even though I was fully aware of it.
Maybe I’m just tired of trying so hard.
Maybe I just wish I didn’t have no more responsibilities.
Something, at some point, got lost.
I understand that, no one is responsible for my choices, but deep down (even rebuking me constantly) I still try to blame someone for letting me go when I needed it most, maybe I’m afraid to grow 100% and give up this feeling once and for all.
What’s going to happen from now?
I don’t know, but I really want to find out.
I really want to collect words again and make them make some sense (or not) for me, for you.
Free thoughts are what will be and from now on!
No script, no apparent reason, only with one need: overflow me.