21/August 2021
Yesterday, again, I woke up with feeling – I want to go home. What does it mean? Where is home? They say, it can be anywhere. You can be your own home. You are my home. I have no answer for this question. Maybe it’s the full moon again, but I felt like sharing the stream of thought of my recent days. My mind feels overwhelmed by the amount of information, but it has no shape, it feels empty. But somehow it wants to be shared/expressed. A compass - leading straight to my heart.
I often feel like I want to talk to someone , but everytime when I think about who, no one really comes to my mind. I love my alone time. That’s why I like sharing my thoughts here. I don‘t need any answer, I just feel heard. Sometimes I feel like, maybe I want to meet myself, how does it feel to meet oneself. Do you want to meet yourself? I wonder, do I? I do. Sometimes I wonder how I make other people feel. Explore them possibilities.
Sometimes when I look around. I feel like I want to live on a different plane, different layer. Maybe it’s just a different place, maybe I wish for no existence, haha. In between. Spin the needle.
Recently I’ve started feeling like I went back in time again. I don’t know how to describe the feeling to others, but the reality just somehow feels different. I wonder, how to grasp those moments. But I don’t really need to know that. Eventually it’ll unravel itself. Similar but different time. Similar but different people. Similar but different place. Sometimes it feels like I‘m going crazy. I feel like something is about to change, but I don‘t know what is going to happen, what kind of change is that. I’m the master of my faith. I’m the master of miracles. A part of. What.
When I was in the place of no place I’ve thought about getting help. Create the path you’ve heard about. After the session I‘ve realised that the way I chose for the first time wasn’t the one I believed in. Maybe it felt like a possibility, maybe it felt like an easier way, and maybe it would take me longer to get to the place I’m at right now.
Whoever is reading is, I’m sorry for not giving specific thoughts, but it‘s up to your imagination. What is meant by what is written. The writer. Who are you. You are. Say it out loud. Similar sensations, different occurrence. The time of no time.
It feels great to wake up with the feeling – today, it makes sense. My life feels like a joke.
Have a nice day, have a nice night!)
