I feel so far from myself. Like my soul flies as a kite high above my body. With the tether that holds it feeling like a shackle rather than a vein. I don’t know if I’m enough. Enough for this monochromatic world that rewards that in which was already said. Just in a new way.

But, what is different?

What truly is something that is inherently different?

Is it the unknown? The absolute new? A reverberation never felt over the whole of Mother Earth?

No. It can’t be.

You can’t make a new branch without a trunk. They may look unalike but they’re made of the same sound.

You can’t form a trunk without roots. They drink the same drink.

You can’t grow roots without the seed needing to sprout. Same intention.

Everything is everything.

Everything is growth. Everything is expansion. It has never known stillness. It has never held the ultimate true silence.

I need to be content in my actions. Accept the fact that I won’t be what I’m not. What I don’t understand. I am exactly who I am. And I go through what I go through because that is what is. Don’t fear stillness. Because even though it’s taught that it’s lethargic, there is never a point in time in which I am not growing. Even if I may seem a still pot, I am patiently brewing. There will never be a point in time in which I am truly immobile. Head, body, and heart.

Because it’s impossible to be.

I am always growing.

Whether I like it or not.

Different doesn’t exist.

The fear of feeling pain does.

That’s for the rich to realize.

Fucking assholes.

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