Under The Bridge.

It’s been a few months since I’ve written anything new. I have been in such a state of feeling emotionless. I read through my drafted projects and I don’t feel that raw emotion I did when I was writing them and therefore can’t continue with them.

I don’t take this feeling for granted as I view being neutral as peaceful. I have nothing and no one altering my state of peace and I’m pleased with that. No happy. No angry. No sad. No stressed.

I am observant. I see how everyone moves with and without me. I know my place in this world. 

It’s truly astonishing how we change as a person and how our feelings evolve with time. In such a short time. 

Some people will take this state of mind to be dark. Are you afraid of the darkness? I no longer am.

My state of being can be compared to when it’s pouring out and you drive under a bridge. The sound of hundreds of crashing raindrops stops, along with a moment of clarity as the windshield clears momentarily—a slight moment of silence. Your body feels it. That’s where I am at.

Embracing myself for when everything hits you a little harder again. The uncertainty. 

I am under the bridge.