This feeling, it’s weird…
I feel whole yet lost…my bones and organs are thriving, healthier than they’ve ever been. My heart, on the other hand, is lost. It’s searching for a sense of purpose, a sense of wholeness. Intact it remains, the titanium stitches holding every, once broken, piece together flawlessly. These white gold scars are like mini soundbars echoing the vibration of each beat louder than the next…
What my heart is searching for, I have a sneaky suspicion, it may never find. And that in itself invisibly breaks me and over fills my questioning mind…
This feeling, it’s strange…I feel content yet empty…
My mind is always on, thought process at speeds of 100 mph. I have become content with who I am, finding my confidence and voice again. Sure, the few fears and doubts thunder in the anxiety storm. A storm I will forever fight. But, a new found force has been gained and it feels amazing. Yet, I can’t seem to escape or ignore this empty space that makes my stomach feel hollow and causes my mind to shift into overdrive…
The ink on my back is glowing bright, like the Bat signal…high in the sky, sending a message…
Whole yet lost…
Content yet empty…
Like I said, this feeling, it’s weird…it’s strange.
“The things you learn at 4 am, when do I become who I am?…” -Simple Creatures
