The page feels extra blank today, and I think maybe I have nothing to say.
But that is a lie, because the thoughts don’t stop rolling.
I try to live in the present, but my mind takes me far in the future.
To the smell of salt on skin, and tiny hands pressed into mine.
To walking by a paperback, my heart printed and on sale for $9.99.
To a place a young girl can rest her head, now only haunted by nightmares not reality.
To bad days and good days, love growing and an aching missing.
To emotions I can’t anticipate, or I will be overwhelmed now.
To all the things I’ve wanted so bad finally coming to pass, only to want more.
To wondering at the woman I have become, and I who will continue to be.
Hopefully stronger.
Hopefully less afraid.
Hopefully less prone to believe the bullshit and the lies,
or to put up with them.
Hopefully more myself than ever before.
In love and content.
Creating and thriving.
A peacemaker and a fighter.
Today, this is as vulnerable as I am going to be.
Hinting and scratching the surface of tension that floats upon the great wide sea within me.
But the question remains: How do I cross this ocean, that separates my dreams and my reality?
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I really like this Brooke!