It’s interesting how this space has slowly evolved into a home for prose and random ‘poetry’ if one can even call it that. It would seem that I think in cadence and rhythm.

I’ve made a decent amount of good choices lately, a few stupid ones, done what I had to in some cases, and ran with the leeway I was given in others. On one had, progress and milestones are at an all time high. But just as things feel like they’re coming together, it simulteniously feels like there is a seam being ripped apart; Scattering the contents about faster than I’m able to pick it back up. I reckon that cyclical feeling is how life is and will always be.

I know I can be quite complex and what I do makes little sense sometimes. There are those fleeting moments where I question my sanity and my grasp on reality. I’m not into the internal pep-talks or “positive vibe” shit that is so often associated with personal ramblings. Though at times I feel like the jaded side me of has a better grasp on my consciousness than the rest.

I hate when my heart skips that beat. A sudden rise of hope that gently floats back to the rest on the floor when I realise I’ve jumped one too many steps ahead of myself yet again. Soon, but not too soon. It’s an occupational hazard, and I’ve assumed the risk.

I am also 85% sure I’ve broken my toe…