I’d been carrying it around for such a very long time.
Meant to explain me in their eyes.
Verbose, direct, judgmental eyes looking. To make sense.
But it never felt quite right.
Heavy, it followed me everywhere.
Pollution to my thoughts.
She gave me a new word.
“Passive” became “Reflective”.
And, I was reborn.
Everyday we have a million thoughts pouring in and out of our minds. We jump on to one of those thoughts and hold on to it, creating a story sometimes for years…. making up something that isn’t Real. Time to let it go now.