This Moment
A small glimpse of writing with presence, before the mind rushes ahead
Right now,
it doesnβt matter whether what I write
resonates with anyoneβ
whether they like it,
get it,
or think itβs delusional.
It simply doesnβt matter.
What matters
is that I get it.
That I express itβ
because it wants to be expressed.
Itβs been stifled for so long,
and now it feels like
a fresh breeze is running through my mind as I let thoughts become words.
Will I always feel this way?
Probably not.
But I do right now.
And Iβm enjoying it.
The next momentβ
when this feeling may be goneβ
doesnβt matter.
The future is nebulous and irrelevant, compared to the joy,
the openness,
the freedom
Iβm feeling in this moment.
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