Day Eighty One.

there’s something about moving that’s unsettling.. there’s something about moving that’s frightening..

there’s something about moving that’s liberating.. there’s something about moving that’s refreshing..

moving is a new beginning, a new chapter.. moving is forgetting, leaving..

the idea of moving is a universal symbol of stress & imagination.. a universal symbol of perfection that almost never is..

how do you feel about moving? how do you feel now? do you feel different? do you feel happy? do you feel relieved?

no. all the things I thought I would feel, all the excitement, the relief, the happiness.. still doesn’t exist. still doesn’t seem any closer. still doesn’t feel any lighter.

am I losing myself? am I falling? am I okay? other questions whose answers will not be investigated. the more I look, the more I find.. which is not what I want..

I’m okay, stumbling a bit but ok nonetheless.