#paintmepurple

I feel content, like a floating speck on the crashing wave to form a seafoam.

I feel the lazy walk of time, how slow it pasts. How vividly aware of that phenomena.

I feel accomplished to reach my full potential, if only for a couple of minutes standing on a rocky ledge by the sea, mentally kneeling before the moon.

I feel connected to every living, walking soul goes by, even if not necessarily loving it. In fact, I have always had this sense of unfamiliarity towards other humans, but I still connect.

I feel as though all the weights I have been carrying have run off like a little kid chasing an escaping balloon. Hopeful but tired.

I feel sad, beaten-up, totally alive, aware, enchanted, exhilarated, guilty and already dead; all at once.

I feel self-excluded, yet self-tranced.

I feel whole, and hollow.

I feel, completely and utterly, feeling.

January 23rd 2019, 2:55 am.

I feel content, like a floating speck on the crashing wave to form a sea-foam.

I feel the lazy walk of time, how slow it pasts. How vividly aware of that phenomena.

I feel accomplished to reach my full potential, if only for a couple of minutes standing on a rocky ledge by the sea, mentally kneeling before the moon.

I feel connected to every living, walking soul goes by, even if not necessarily loving it. In fact, I have always had this sense of unfamiliarity towards other humans, but I still connect.

I feel as though all the weights I have been carrying have run off like a little kid chasing an escaping balloon. Hopeful but tired.

I feel sad, beaten-up, totally alive, aware, magic, enchanted, exhilarated, guilty and already dead; all at once.

I feel self-excluded, yet self-tranced.

I feel whole, and hollow.

I feel, completely and utterly, feeling.

And now I am okay with feeling all while ending the book I have been writing for so long. It’s now time to publish, and time for me to depart.