getting lost, 10.5.23

i hate when i can’t find what to write. it’s a terrible predicament because my mind is full of thoughts and my heart is full of emotions i can’t process. the best thing i can do is be still, but it also feels the worst because i’m always left thinking i could be doing more when in reality nothing can be done. i’m lost right now, but i’m also content in living without direction for the moment being, though maybe i’ve been lost this whole time and i’m just coming to the realization.

settling into acceptance is so surreal sometimes.

-ratha, 4:24pm, 10.5.23