A weird thing has happened over the past few months that I haven’t been able to quite place my finger on until now.
I have always felt like a major character in my own life. When I was younger, I would stare in the mirror and ask myself, over and over, “who are you? who am I?" It scared me, not being able to grasp how much power and autonomy I really had over myself, and how this could be exerted outwardly into the world.
I am sure of myself and I know what I like. I like the color green, rice & beans and talking. I do not like olives, unforeseen physical affection nor nicotine. I just do, and I just don’t.
I have been aware of how fast time is moving and been able to catch up with it, running alongside.
However, in recent times, I quite literally have felt as though time is a kite, and I am latching on to the string, and the kite is flying, flying
f l y i n g away, fast fast not enough time for me to open my eyes without feeling the burning wind, to think for a minute without letting go of the string.
It all came so fast and I know it does for everyone but it is odd to be thrown off balance by your own mind. I guess you could argue that everything that happens in your life is based on your own mind, but that’s a rant for another day.
Latching onto the string,
hopefully the wind will die down a little soon,
I need a
With love, Jenna