I'm cleaning out my old room and really struggling. It does not want to release me. Ran away into a small cafe for a breath of air.
I speak less now that I'm older. I also speak more freely. I see more clearly. I accept myself more. And yet at this moment I lack strength, no energy left, just want to run away and leave everything behind. I don't need or want anything. Just some empty open space to crash and grow a new skin.
Few more breaths and I will inhale and start running. It will be easier on the other side.
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