It is the winds of change
It’s is the storm that tells us what it means to be human.
The skies are bright blue I think… But I can’t be bothered to look up and value it; it’s not as if I haven’t tried, it’s just that I don’t care. I want to keep going, and the stagnancy I’m feeling is annoying.
Perhaps I should turn to her again and see what she says… My inner child.
As much as I despise drama, it’s the worst form of a shortcut into the unconscious when you long to dig through it; this however is something I need to do for myself.
I long to grow, I long to change, I long to run, and yet the journey is so stagnant…
I turn inward through guided meditation and it seems to do nothing at present.
I need to use this to turn further in somehow… She can help me… My inner child will know.
I’m still uneasy around her but… It’s now a must.