i no longer remember how they go, how'd they envelop my conscience
leaving me in a bubble of questions
wondering what's real and what's not, what's right and what is wrong
i don't know how to talk about things anymore
i no longer feel the need to reach out to someone, anyone, to feel heard, to know that i am listened.. to
to know how to not feel blue
knowing there's someone out there somewhere
who'd be willing to engulf all that bothers me
all that haunts me
(all that matters)
is not
what used to be
is not what is supposed to be
is not what is always deemed to be
all that matters is the progress i've made, the ones that i'm making and will be making more and more in the future all that matters is that it's enough.
i am no longer able to recall my dreams, yes, but it's okay to say that at least i am now able to sit and breathe and tell myself that it's enough. you're enough.
and it's true, i think. it's really enough, even for now.
