By tikatarot on Skatehive
I chase what’s missing, I notice how my mind keeps pointing at the empty seat instead of the presence that is already here, and it makes my chest tighten with a hunger I can’t even name, I chase what’s missing, I admit I’ve wanted even peace to arrive like a prize, as if calm is something I deserve only after I’ve suffered enough,, I chase what’s missing, I see how the habit of looking ahead can make today feel insufficient, even when nothing is truly wrong, I chase what’s missing, am I willing to choose contentment even if nothing changes now, I chase what’s missing, I loosen my grip on “someday” and just learn to breathe… I reveal my desires, I see how each one can become a lever the world pulls, and I don’t want my calm to depend on whether those desires are easily met, I reveal my desires, I admit I pin my mood on outcomes I can’t control, then act shocked when disappointment arrives like it always had my permission, I reveal my desires, I see how I’ve argued with the future in my