How is it that you can feel like you’re flying one moment and falling the next? Free falling down so fast you’re stomach hurts and tumbles along with you. The soar up to great heights extending beyond mountains that felt just so effortless, so pure, and so good entirely disappears. It twists and turns: an unexpected turmoil. That’s how I felt today. That’s how I feel most days lately. The highs are sparser and shorter then they use to be and the falls more terrifying then the previous ones before. I’ve already crashed and I’m slowly trying to piece together what remained. Breathe by breath; day by day; I’m more determined to fly away once more.
Slowly but surely,
– Maddie Misery