Every time I try to write it’s like the words feel hollow and my eyes feel heavy. My mind has not one single thought that could even create a spark to ignite the fire of what used to be…
The place that I’d normally escape too, it was dark and no matter how I tried to fix it. I just couldn’t see myself or anything there anymore.
The version of me that used to reside there, is still here. Running around in this cold, dark and familiar place. Trying to find the spark again, but without me, they cannot exist anymore. And without them, I cannot reignite the fire.
If we ever wish to bring life back, by the touch of our fingers. With words that tell a show, tell and create. We must go back to where it all began.
Though we cannot stay in the past forever and we cannot allow the future to lose the foundation of what made the past so hard to let go of. We have to find a new place, one where both versions can live and ignite a spark so new and powerful.
That you’ll never lose sight of who you are and what made this place what it is for you.