Life has a funny way of bringing things back to me.

Memories, people, even have the same dreams when I can get to sleep.

But you know what isn’t funny?

You know what isn’t ideal.

When I realize the things I did, you know, back when it was real.

How could I have been so blind to things I see so clearly now?

How can I keep moving forward with things lingering in the background?

Should I act on these things now?

Is it worth it?

It’s still dark floating on this cloud.

I know I’m not perfect.

But I can still feel the old me here.

Under the surface.

When I start to really be myself.

I get nervous.

If the world see’s me as I am.

And I fall deep into myself.

Will the world still have my back…

If I call out for help.

Am I worth it?

Life will do what it does.

What is, soon becomes what was.

So I should live as myself.

I deserve it.