blur

I’m unfocused, and though I’m okay, it’s tricky. the time continues to fly, and I’m drawn back to thinking of the pages passing too quickly. I remember that I’m growing older with every passing moment, and that I’m spending less time actively creating or treating this passing time as precious. I try not to despise myself for this lack of focus. learning has been done, and I’m gentler than I once was with myself. there’s still more work to do, and I want to be doing more for this world. looking for purpose, though I’m almost certain at this point that the journey never truly ends.

missing Lewes a lot these days, though it feels further as the months fly. I wonder what they’re all doing and if they miss it too. letting go for good isn’t something I want to do, though I’m almost certain I’m meant to. <<