Even the most private of thoughts cannot be expressed on this platform for fear of myself catching up to these thoughts and translating them into reality.
I keep thinking positivity baby, but I know when my heart stops trying, and I know it's time to stop trying. Afterall, the heart speaks louder than any logical reasoning.
Being busy keeps the mind occupied with not dwelling on things. And to keep pushing forward.
Going against the wind, even it messes my hair; going against the current, even if it means swimming twice as hard just to go with the flow.
Being busy. With purpose.
I'm just bent, not broken.