There’s something to be said but I’m unraveled just like a frayed thread. Those mutterings to myself at 2am. The reawakened feeling builds with reverence. Unbound and uncertain. It doesn’t stop. It only lets up. Just find the beauty in the motion with whatever you can hold and here’s to always hoping you stave off the unknown. There’s something to be said but I’m underlined and marked in red pen. Those reassuring words from the ones I trust. Those few and far between parts where it's just enough. There’s so much more to all of it and I’m still dumbstruck. I can wait it out. I have everything I need.