Time is at a stand still, passions start to rise within.
Questions I do not have the answers for.
Suddenly all distractions are set to bed.
Standing staring at myself staring back at me, at age 34 and asking... What now?
The bank balance and fear are fighting against determined dreams that are trying to breathe.
Nights packed with vivid dreams and long morning runs to flush all the shit out, just trying to define, to connect the dots.
But I can't.
Seems like everyone is dancing while I am at a standstill trying to find the courage to move.
'Rachel, just move.'
Time is suddenly a factor.
Time frames are forming all around me, deadlines to reach the goal in time.
Not to relive a mother's life that loved me, but did not love life.
Not to walk down a path with set pave stones with her footmarks.
Making it familiar, less scary.
Change the ending now.
Breakaway from destiny's charming appeal.
Create a life, not memories to look back on.
How do I start?
'Rachel, just start.'
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