there r so many thgs in my mind right now, swirling like unfinished conversations. i can feel them pushing against the walls of my thoughts, waiting to be let out. i wanna say them. i wanna write them. but every time i try, it feels like standing at the edge of an endless ocean, unsure which wave to follow.
where do u even begin when ur thoughts r a tangled thread? do u pull on the brightest memory, the one that makes u smile w/o meaning to? or do u reach for the heavier one, the one u’ve been carrying for too long? it’s not dat i dun knw wat to say - i do. it’s dat the weight of choosing feels so much bigger than the words themselves.
and maybe dat’s the problem. maybe we think too much about getting it right - finding the perfect way to say it, the right moment to begin. but what if there’s no perfect way? wat if u just start? not wit a grand story or some profound revelation, but wit the smallest bloody pieces of wat’s real.
so, wat if u jst..
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