Speed.

Too Fast.

I am scared.

Time passes by.

And my belief that I am not enough is taking longer than I anticipated to chip away at.

I find myself lost in bitterness and resentment.

In pain.

Pulling myself out before it consumes me…

And asking questions.

More than I ever have.

Has the most codependent relationship I’ve been a part of been growing in silence.

Or am I free to do this life the way I was supposed to.

Am I blinded?

Am I lost?

Or am I free?

To do what I need to do.

Too slow.

I need to choose.

Before my time is up.

Before He returns.

Yours faithfully,

Curiosity.

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