Right now, there is everything and nothing to say. the inevitable swing towards you being you again, with too much time to yourself. standing in the middle of a swirling storm that is almost an extension of yourself. Right now, you’re trying to remove the blockage, whatever it is that’s stuck in your brain, paralyzing whatever needs to come out. This feels inappropriate, coming here. But you do anyways. You always do. It’s something, someplace, a fixed moment in time. something has to be thrown out into the void.

You feel like you aren’t equipped to deal, to deal with anything and everything. But you are, and the prospect is frightening, or intimidating, or both. Or something else completely different. All of your positive feelings stemming from a wellspring of negativity. Whatever that source of power is that keeps you at bay with the void, laughing in it’s face, or flailing, trying not to fall in.

As much as you flail though, you won’t fall in. Luckily, it’s not like this all the time. there are others who support you. and for that, you are eternally grateful.

the storm swirls around you, but it will abate.

it always does.