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Moving on

What happened ?

By Erica JordanPublished 10 months ago 1 min read
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Moving on
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Moving on

What happened to me?

When did I change?

What did I change?

What happened to me, why are my thoughts so dark?

Changes

Pain.

Weather.

Life.

Death.

Moving.

Changes in mental health flares, which I am still working on.

Everyday, do not worry.

I can feel it coming.

I’m looking for data; research, coping skills. Support.

Support of any kind.

I want to see the stars again.

Somewhere new, somewhere where you meet the darkness with the brightness coming from the galaxy. Just above you.

The unknown.

I think it’s just what I need.

I won’t forget you, any of you.

I’m not leaving you behind, I’ll keep you in my back pocket during my travels.

I need to hear my thoughts loud and clear.

I can’t in this city.

Somewhere, somewhere you can miss me.

Selfish I know.

I have to leave and process what has happened to me.

I’ll be back soon.

-ej

Written 04/19/2021

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About the Creator

Erica Jordan

Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.

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