This was the day it all began. Apprehensions, confusion, nervousness, anxiety and all with a bit of sifted happiness. Happiness which turned to excitement, excitement which turned to chaos, chaos which turned to stress, stress which remained. The upcoming days were turmoil. Mentally and physically. I rooted myself in my decisions and beliefs but the more I thought, the more I had to re-consider my options.In other words, whatever little peace I had, was destroyed with every small function of the brain.
Then came the calm. The period of smooth and consistent silence where the noises are blocked out by the overwhelming response of the overworked head.The sounds of a tired body with an immense hope of being rejuvinated soon.A hope that sees no light at the end of the tunnel.A hope that truly floats, and refuses to settle down.
But it happened. I walked through the dust and grime of the commotion and found my glitter corner. My breathing sanctuary. My humble abode. It was not the ultimate refresher, but it was a settlement with self. It was acceptance. It was time to stop thinking.
Now I fly...
..but only to be back to the confusion one day..
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