Journal

If it’s too much, I disappear.If it’s still too much, I take control.If that doesn’t work either, I disappear again.But one day I might stay.And listen quietly. The initial moment is always silent.You pay attention.You simply are.The space still feels…

For a long time, I had nothing to say.So I just paid attention. Every thought is an ingredient,and yet…every thought is a lie. For a long time, I didn’t know which thoughts deserved attentionand which were just noise.A thought, for…