There is a longing inside of me. 
I can suppress it for weeks at a time. But eventually it resurfaces in a way that I can no longer ignore.
There is a longing inside of me.
That longing has shown me how big and beautiful the world beyond my tiny little one can be. It has shown me that within me lies another world the depths of which I’ve barely touched.
That longing has taken me places. It has taught me things. It has pushed me beyond every limit I thought I had.
There is a longing inside of me.
That longing has placed me face-to-face with my fears and anxieties and has told them to go fuck themselves because I’m going to do this anyway.
That longing has shown me how I can be incredibly weak yet exceptionally strong in the same moment.
That longing has made me dream. (more…)
Inner Workings of My Mind 