I came here, today.
I came here today, because I feel.
I came here today, because I feel... disconnected.
I came here today because going to a shrink feels too mainstream.
I came here today because going to a priest, well... It's just not like me.
I came here today because it feels like going back to a place long-lost, a place that is thousands of miles away; nonetheless, a place still existing.
Almost like a safety net, more like a last resort.
A remnant of what felt like a superpower...
You see, after I gave up writing, I convinced myself I could finally start to live, to be in the moment, but little did I know that thoughts would overwhelm me - even more.
Ah, the thoughts...
All kinds of thoughts; the worries, the memories, the good, and the bad.
How I wish I could find a way OUT.
Out of them all, and into life.
So, I came here, today.
Not to be heard.
Not to be seen.
Not to be felt.
Not to be understood.
Not to be validated.
I came here, today, because it feels good to act.
Writing is an action, and I bet you a very empowering one.
But who cares about power?
I came here, today, because I want to feel free.
I want to set my mind free, even if it's just for what? Ten? Fifteen minutes?
Getting some of this weight out of my system (action), makes me feel good (reaction).
I came here, today, alone, to scream in silence!
I came here, today, because this is my metaphorical way of standing on the edge of the world and screaming my heart and soul out, at.... I don't know, perhaps the universe.
Without fully knowing why, but with some clarity which still lies within me, I chose to come here, today, to connect...
