I’ve been thinking of the empty husks we sometimes see ourselves as. It feels like there’s nothing there, like you can reach out into the darkness and grip nothing but the dark. It’s like this…at least for me, when I’m depressed or I can’t get out of a terrible funk. Granted I have been sick for awhile so there’s that, but still. Depression can hit you at the most inopportune times. It breaks down your entire being leaving you with nothing except the cold of the floor. I’m sorry to sound so depressing. This was supposed to be a happy note to come back to. However, I had other things on my mind that simply needed to break free. Have you ever had that happen?
I’m falling down a rabbit hole. Except this one doesn’t lead to a world I’m very familiar with. It’s different because it twists and turns all the way up instead of down. At the end of this hole is a chance of possibility. Should I take it? It’s a question I’ve been asking myself for awhile now. It’s been months and I still don’t have a definite answer. I just need to pursue my own path right now and see where it leads me. Not all those who wander are lost….right?