Words, Thoughts, Thoughts, Words

In this moment, with Ek Hee Rasta playing in the background, I feel a depth. I hear a smell. I am close to my sense of home. In this moment, I want to write, breathe, live, see, travel, experience, grow, grow, experience, travel, see, live, breathe, and write again. In this minute, I live; I am living. Knowing and feeling how I am alive in this second, tears creep to the fore; because, in this millisecond, I am free. I am free. I leap the bounds of society’s expectations of “should dos” and checklists to be checked. In these seconds, I remember a thing, a joy, a past that was once a present, which will soon become a past again. 

In this microsecond, I am — again — me.

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