Everyday I try to shatter the ceiling of the box I placed myself in.

Dangerously close to letting the walls close in around me.

Suffocating.

But at the same time I know this is where I thive most. Dig the deepest. When I’m at my most empathic because I’m no longer as nonchalant as I tend to be. Because I feel the pressure of everything.

Feeling like I’m blindly stumbling through a foggy world.

Unsure of my place.

Unsure of my value.

Unsure of my purpose.

Unsure of myself.

Always unsure of this.

Unhappy with who I’ve been these past couple of months.

But knowing the only way to push through this is to move forward.

Everything looks the same.

Bleak.

‘Misty eyed fallacies.

Lead me to self deprecating tendencies .

What I see isn’t necessarily

What is meant to be.

I wish I could be in tune with everything

But it’s hard because what’s missing,

Is the better parts of me

We in this shit Like Freddy in your darkest dreams‘

So we keep pushing.

These past two weeks I’ve been feeling pretty low.

It hasn’t been easy.

But I know in this room lies a key.

A key that fits the keyhole of a door I can’t yet see.

Opportunity waiting to knock on the other side. Waiting to embrace me as its King.

Bless

P.S.

Its 1:24

I can’t sleep because I’m really sad rn. IK why. You guys don’t have to .

I’ ll sleep it off