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
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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