Time Machine

         So as most of you know, I just recently moved back home to take a breath from the chaos and fog in my life. I'm staying with my parents right now, and while I was going through my old documents from when I lived here before I found this old poem that I had written a few years back. It's so odd how it still speaks to me and applies to my life right now. Kinda creepy!

All or Nothing

     The endless question of which is true;
is it hanging at the end of your rope,
or is it landing someplace fresh and new
by swinging from the fibers of intertwined hope?

At times you must be stripped away of everything you know
of your passions
of your excitement
of your certainty

Appreciation of those things you dreamed were never attainable
comes when you find you can lose them all

hold nothing lightly
think nothing slightly,
jump with all your weight
and learn from your heartbreaks.

Life begs you to question
longs for you to see,
what you think you truely want
and what may never be.

My attatchments?
To the city?
To my groundings?
It was my art and my love,

it is the tangable of these that has disappeared
yet the core ones still remain.

What is my purpose for passioning here?

Now that i am unstationary

clean start is all or nothing,
if it is the best of sorts.

I am strong and I am sure of happiness

I am already fufilled

and with that I can float through anything.

I feel like I'm feeling for the first time.

With sadness comes freedom,

and with freedom

comes endless possibilities.

When the day is done
and all is said,
I'm still left wondering that endless wonder,
where do I go from here?