Little Things

Does life feel strange sometimes?

Maybe it's dragging along for you right now..maybe it's moving too fast and you're spent.

Maybe it's the phase which makes you doubt yourself the most.

Not the type of poetic lonely which makes you resilient, a rare form of quite confidence that moulds you into a thinker.

That's only how people cope with it in the beginning.

Art, lyrics, verse after verse;

Pages after pages of intense writing,

Writing that you pour your soul into, but it doesn't make you feel better.

Hobbies and activities you enjoy by yourself,

But tinged with an unfamiliar sadness now that you're growing up, and it's still..

The same.

These patterns of behaviour and seasons, and cycles of nature, and people.

You're caught in a limbo.

But you so desperately want to break out of it.

Who do you reach out to?

.....

We're getting too good at hiding ourselves,

And that only makes us invisible to those who need us most.

Or;

Go the extra mile,

Face the discomfort head on,

Challenge your internal monologue that keeps you small, constrained,limited.

And then perhaps,