Swirling. Tossing. Bending. Nearly breaking. Getting up. Dusting off. Moving on.
It seems a cycle never ending. It's the last bit that matters most. Get up. Dust off. Move on.
Should someone peer into my mind and try to make their own sense of my thoughts, surely they'd be swallowed whole. Surely they would sink in my chaos. But this chaos is mine. These thoughts are mine. They tear me down, and they build me back up. Through it all, I'm here. I get up. I dust off. I move on.
I'm here. I'm just where I need to be. Ever learning. Ever seeking more. Ever yearning for the strings of my heart to connect to those of another. Will it be you? Will you recognize something of yourself if what I'm putting out there? If not yet, maybe one day. There will be a day when my voice is loud enough to be heard. When the strings of your heart recognize mine. When we connect. When we will be gently tethered to one another as we walk our own chaotic paths.
Until then...I am here, and it's just where I need to be.
Love the journey.