January 23rd 2019, 2:55 am. Dahab, Sinai
I feel content, like a floating speck on the crashing wave to form a seafoam.
I feel the lazy walk of time, how slow it pasts. How vividly aware of that phenomena.
I feel accomplished to reach my full potential, if only for a couple of minutes standing on a rocky ledge by the sea, mentally kneeling before the moon.
I feel connected to every living, walking soul goes by, even if not necessarily loving it. In fact, I have always had this sense of unfamiliarity towards other humans, but I still connect.
I feel as though all the weights I have been carrying have run off like a little kid chasing an escaping balloon. Hopeful but tired.
I feel sad, beaten-up, totally alive, aware, enchanted, exhilarated, guilty and already dead; all at once.
I feel self-excluded, yet self-tranced.
I feel whole, and hollow.
I feel, completely and utterly, feeling.
And now I am okay with feeling all while ending the book I have been writing for so long. Itās now time to publish, and time for me to depart.
