The fog has lifted
but everything’s still very blurry
Where do I go from here?
so many ideas
but nothing’s coming for me
all the work
all the efforts
all the exhaustion
the 15-hour nights
and the mornings you can’t even wake up
waiting for the storms to pass
one inch at a time.
“i’m okay” doesn’t mean “i’m fine”
I made it out of sleep
I made it out of bed
I made it through the morning
I made it through the anxiety
and the perspective of overwhelmingness
I made it to meet you.
“i’m okay” is an average
between “i’m good!” and “i’m not feeling well”
somewhere personally and socially acceptable on the spectrum of emotions
kind of: “sadness doesn’t want to quit; hope neither”.
I know it’s just an abrupt strike back of
all the unresolved issues and unfinished businesses.
Because even on the deepest darkest days, I’m happier than I was yesterday.