I thought it was this first time my thoughts felt so heavy, breaking my expectations and fogging my vision by sending emotion to my eyes in waves of tangible sadness.
But I am human, and I was wrong. I had felt this way before and I had written out this chaos that an overwhelmed mind creates to hide under which meant, more importantly, that there was an escape. And there was, and the gate keeper that set me free just as she had kept me locked in, was me. Suddenly the buildings were only a new kind of forest to see and the gray sidewalks were textured and held up the cities stories. My ancestry was rich and powerful and poured out through my family like water over the desert that my expectations had become to give life to new feelings, hills and ridges. I could climb up and out of a mountains mouth and see beauty ahead instead of danger from the edge. I could- thats the key - I could decide how I wanted to BE that day. I could chose what to do with the time I was given in such a different world.
But I am human, and I felt alone, facing a world that was so big for so long and just like before I only had to step out and want to BE HAPPY and realize that I was surrounded with more love than I could ever need. So thank you to my parents and my brother. Thank you to my boyfriend and best friend. Thank you to words from back in LA and thank you to the old faces from cousins now so close to me. Thank you big city, for shocking me so hard that I got another chance to get strong.Thank you words for clearing the chaos; it's so much easier to believe that everything can change, when you can see such a huge world made into a simple phrase: It's going to be OK.
But I am human, and I was wrong. I had felt this way before and I had written out this chaos that an overwhelmed mind creates to hide under which meant, more importantly, that there was an escape. And there was, and the gate keeper that set me free just as she had kept me locked in, was me. Suddenly the buildings were only a new kind of forest to see and the gray sidewalks were textured and held up the cities stories. My ancestry was rich and powerful and poured out through my family like water over the desert that my expectations had become to give life to new feelings, hills and ridges. I could climb up and out of a mountains mouth and see beauty ahead instead of danger from the edge. I could- thats the key - I could decide how I wanted to BE that day. I could chose what to do with the time I was given in such a different world.
But I am human, and I felt alone, facing a world that was so big for so long and just like before I only had to step out and want to BE HAPPY and realize that I was surrounded with more love than I could ever need. So thank you to my parents and my brother. Thank you to my boyfriend and best friend. Thank you to words from back in LA and thank you to the old faces from cousins now so close to me. Thank you big city, for shocking me so hard that I got another chance to get strong.Thank you words for clearing the chaos; it's so much easier to believe that everything can change, when you can see such a huge world made into a simple phrase: It's going to be OK.