The tunnel

I think a lot about how I will look back on this time. I take myself out of the present moment to reflect on my past self from the perspective of my future self. I use third person when speaking to myself, rather than first person. I address myself as a different individual than my own self. I understand how that can be confusing for a person. It confuses me, confuses myself.

I want to create a holistic health center, whether it be a formal center, with memberships and regular visitors, or my home, full of fresh air, healing arts, and gardens.

I think its important for me, myself, right now, to focus on what is right on front of me, myself; I'm not sure what those faces that I see in the mirror are. Sometimes I hear this clicking, creaking, in the back of my head. I think its alignment, of some sort, sometimes maybe it is misalignment.

I wish I had the words, the understanding, rather, of what is happening to me, to everyone. I wish I had the capacity to hold this space, open in time.  I wish I could stop wishing for things. I can.

It's time to get up, to feel the space between your fingers, to grasp onto your own feet. I will see the end of the tunnel, if I could only find the entrance.