my liberation notes
part 2
There are the sort of people I would tell anything, I would lie in front of them naked like an open book. For others, I would never show them any other page that comes after the cover and title page. Do I seek to be understood and the Nonjudgmental or am I testing out the waters for a steady sole?
I think I do well, then I burst into tears while folding my laundry. I am a surprise.
I want to stay in bed for two whole days and then sell all unnecessary clutter, pack my things and move to a fuller or quieter place. Quieter than here, or fuller and more anonymous somewhere else.
I think it never comes down to where I am but how I feel. I think moving might change everything for me, but I forget I am taking some baggage with me no matter where I end up going.
Sometimes I forget that I live for me. And other times I forget I live with me.
I wish it was enough to be lovely, and to love. But even the highest force in life isn't always the cure-all. It never has been, so I wonder how I came to the conclusion that it was, who planted it into my head.
