There is a sigh of relief, The last of 3500 words, The last assignment, The end of a long 3 years. A breath of fresh air fills the lungs, Time for a quick rest, Time for me, Time to write.
Moving does not solve all problems - I was aware of this. I had reminded myself of this everytime I saw a film where the protagonist's past followed them into their present. Moving felt like breathing. Almost like for the first time in my whole goddamn life, I could breathe easy. No more elephants sitting … Continue reading Breathe