i’m done with practicing love, joy and fulfillment. they say adversity’s the best teacher, but i’ve learned enough these few years for a lifetime. i could fill wells with my wealth of experience, which feels more like poverty. some days i am utterly depleted; others i’m charged by desperate hope, even as i meander in endless circles. i am bursting with unrealized potential, raring to strike the world with bottled lightning. enough with the endless rehearsing - i’m ready to be claimed by the right opportunity.
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