It is mental slavery to cling to things that have stopped serving it’s purpose in your life. click to tweet
At some point, you’ll let go of someone and something so you’re able to hold on to yourself.
You’ll do this a thousand times. Keep it moving.
My mind oscillates between taking up too much space and not holding enough. Am I enough? Or am I too much?
There are still some corners of the world that you can disappear into. Physical ones, real ones, fully tangible, byte-free. Ones discovered on urban hikes, rambles, thoughtless walks, tiny adventures through familiar landscapes.
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.