I’ve been feeling so sad lately. I can’t tell if it’s just a passing moment or if it’s going to be here to stay for awhile. It fluctuates, it comes and goes. I find myself looking online for affordable apartments. Where do I even think I want to go?
I used to believe in so many beautiful things, and life just exhausted me until I realized all I really needed was a safe home where I could rest and eat and be well. I gave up on a few of my dreams to find new things, and find them I did.
I used to search for a part of myself in everyone I met. I would feel this great hope rise up inside of me, only to have it later fall, leaving me defeated and small. I was so small. So insignificant. So lost. So naive. Yet still so full of that hope.
I think there’s still a small flicker of it alive inside of me somewhere, but I’ve trapped myself into this bizarre life of never really knowing. I’m uncertain about where I’m going. It’s as though a small part of me is just dead inside, that part of me that knows I have to do this in order to survive.
If I followed my heart, where would I be right now?
I know where I’d be. Instead I sleep alone, I wake alone. I’m usually alone even when someone else is at home. It’s not that I’m unhappy, it’s that this isn’t how I want to live the rest of my life. Who would? Who could?
Some days I look at the life I have lived and I know who and I know how. I dream. I paint. I write. I think of other lives I could be living. I exist here in this moment and it is enough. I have enough. But what do I know? My heart will always want what it wants. I will always want to sleep beside love. I will always be looking for that part of myself in someone else, that part of them they’ll see in me. That comfort. That safe place. It must exist, I know it exists.
I rest knowing that for now I am safe. For now this is my life. I expect it will change at some point, it’s just a thing I know. How or when I couldn’t say. I just feel it, a faint shifting of time.
One day I’ll meet someone and I won’t feel as though I have to shut down inside just to endure, just to survive. I won’t have to live within their rigid boundaries or shut down the hope and joy that once lived inside of me. I won’t go to bed alone or wake up alone, and most of all, I won’t dream alone.