My head’s down.
I try to be cognizant of that when I’m feeling like this.
I try to remember to keep it held high,
But it’s hard sometimes.
You can not know how to feel, or worse,
You can feel everything at once as your brain tells you you’re not yourself anymore.
Or worst, you can feel nothing, aimlessly searching for that something or that someone that makes you feel human again.
My head’s down.
And, I don’t really feel like myself anymore.
The weight of the choices we make and the consequences that come with them is enough to make anyone’s knees buckle.
I can’t see the good in the world sometimes.
Today is such a day.
I’m not sure that I’m capable of love.
I’m not sure that I am loved.
And, I damn sure can’t remember to keep my head held high.
Walking and hoping it all comes back to me.
I look up and I notice that the moon is full and the sky is blue behind it.
Strange, it’s not alarming, and yet, it still feels as though something is amiss.
It’s not supposed to be like that, but it’s beautiful.
The twilight of the day breaking over the horizon.
Our beacon of the night announcing its presence.
I look around to see if anyone else is around to see it.
It’s a shame for something like this to go unnoticed.
Yet, it feels like hope that I’m the only one here.
How often does this happen and we simply don’t catch it?
Shouldn’t we make it a point to slow down and appreciate the marvels of the world around us?
Life can be cold and it can wear us down.
But moments like this can remind us to take time,
To keep our heads held high,
And to just make it from one beautiful moment to the next sometimes.