Sometimes moving beyond the past takes longer than what feels comfortable.
In other words, I miss you.
Welcome to the present.
Say ‘hello’ to the future unknown.
We’re so glad you came.
Sometimes, you murmur that we just need to survive.
Instead, I’m screaming that we need to thrive.
Maybe it has meaning.
Maybe it doesn’t.
That doesn’t stop it from being fascinating.
I’m worried that…
…I won’t be around.
…I won’t be strong.
…I won’t be enough.
I haven’t decided if you build me up or if I’m standing alone.
Who are you looking for?
You’re peering straight through me.
So, I know it’s not me.