Mornings hit the hardest. Waking and knowing exactly what’s ahead, but unable to have an immediate affect. Waking and having this image floating around in my head. Waking and opening my eyes to the empty. Wanting to reach out and touch but instead grasping at air. Realizing that this floating image was not a dream but somehow not real. Not yet. 22.
I will not sabotage. I will not ignore. I will not be a ghost of my self or an idealized version of what you want.
For the very first time in my life, I feel whole. Not because a void is being filled, but because I can be completely me. No falsehoods, no lies.
Just me.
I woke up knowing exactly what I wanted. I will patiently wait to reach out and touch.
