We are not defined by the thoughts that haunt us in the middle of the night. It is not who we are. I cannot find the words to say what I want. I cannot find the motivation or energy to express what's on my mind. It's not as if they're bad thoughts; the flow just isn't there. I feel so incredibly stagnant. I think I know why, but I don't see how to fix it. I'm just hoping the words come back to me soon. I haven't been myself in awhile. Something's missing.
Still, I do know this: I am not defined by this feeling any more than I am the thoughts that go bump in the night.
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