Aren’t we all on and off sometimes? Some of us hit the ceiling harder, some of us nosedive. Nevertheless, we’ve all been away from ourselves, with a long, weeks or even months long trips in our head. Introspecting all the triggers and the chains of ever unfolding events resulting in state changes in our mood, pushing the stability of our sanity to the limits we’d otherwise have thought impossible.
But after all, the letters were waiting for me to be selected in the correct order to form new sentences guided by our impulsive stream of racing thoughts penetrating into our reality faster than we can even type into a sentence.
I miss you, friend. I truly miss you. Let’s meet more often here.