I'm not in the past trying to patch back things that haven't been ripped, nor am I in the future preparing myself for the heavy blow of reality that I've already taken. I'm right here. I'm not anticipating or dwelling, and I'm fine with that.
Through the yelling, laughing, crying, hugging, fighting, loving, chasing, protecting, falling I find myself just being. And I'm fine with that.
I've been lacking the motivation to put the pen to the fucking paper and write something of substance for a long time.
Which is odd, because my notebook is full.
Postscript; I'm getting my tattoo relatively soon. Not that you care, I'm just excited and thought I'd share it indirectly. :)
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