Sometimes, you have to take a step back and think about what it is that you’re doing, where you want to be, and who you are. And that is totally fine. That’s where I am. And I’m proud of it. Previously, I would have been ashamed to say that I am at a crossroad.
I’ve been gone. It’s not that I’ve been lost, I’ve just been away. It’s almost like I don’t want to move because I don’t want to make a wrong move.
And then I’ve been stuck. I’ve been stuck in a place where I feel like I shouldn’t be. Frozen like ice, when really I’ve always been water. I’ve always been water. Free flowing. Moving in shallow places and able to transform when needed.
But now I’m ice. I’m frozen and I don’t need to be. But I know how it is to be gas. I know how it is to be somewhat invisible. I know how it is to be here, but to really not be here. Things are a fog. I guess, I’ve been fog. I’ve been unclear about who I am and where I’m going. Fog is beautiful. Things aren’t clear but things are something. It’s always something. I’m always something. I’m always here, regardless of the form. Lately I’ve been ice… Lately I’ve been fog…
I want to be water.