Liberation Notes And Sketches

I’m burnt out, exhausted, overwhelmed, tired, but I keep on running. It’s this impulse, this alarm that goes off in my brain. My comfort zone is change and discomfort is things staying the same. I have the win the race, but I’m only competing with myself. I can’t let any other beings get to know my garden and how I take care of it. My anxiety is someone trying to figure out how my mind is wired. I can’t slow my pace, I have to be in a field of my dreams alone. I don’t want someone to trim the weeds, I want a beautiful mess where I can be let be. I can handle everything on my own, the burden is my pride, the loneliness is my personality. It’s not that I don’t trust, I just like to walk on rocks to build up the calluses in my heart…

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