Thoughts

Letter To The Unsettled.

Greetings, soul.
This is from me, to you.
From one lost wanderer to another. How did we get here? Get where? Where are we? Who are we? Questions that leave us all dumbfounded.

We jump from one train of thought to another and ricochet violently in the midst of loving it and hating it at the same time. Is there a problem? Occasionally. Here's the thing, I can't stand stagnancy but I like home. Not the four walled compulsion but parts of it. I like making my own home in places, in people, in the color tones of blue, just as much as I like a walk alone and a new corner to read and new people. This is for those who have their head in the clouds and usually like it there.But then it rains. This if for those who feel like they belong everywhere and nowhere. To the unsettled.

See, I can't possibly have advice to offer for this feeling that makes you visit every color of the spectrum of emotions but what I do have to offer is companionship. That I'll walk with you when you're still looking. That the distance is never ending because the movement of thought doesn't cease but that's alright. The light at the end of the tunnel is present and the grim and dark tunnel in itself, is not. So love your ever dancing spirit and think and think and think and stop not until you fall into a sheet of dreams because we jump from one train of thought to another and ricochet violently in the midst of loving it and hating it at the same time. Is there a problem? Not at all.

Love,
Another girl, on the way