I did some catharsis and free word association today. Felt like sharing one thing that came to me:
I’m simply living. breathing. existing. Thinking. And the thoughts pass through like tumbleweeds. Just tumbleweeds. and if take hold of one, I’m lost in the abyss. And I don’t want to be lost in the abyss, but if I am, I’m actually found, because I’m constantly aware, and awareness means nothing is mine and nothing is yours. Everything just is what it is. And because this is just me and my existence, I am always home.