Are you ready to change your mind?

Thought patterns protrude

Till the end of time

The fire is burning at the alter.

Changes being made,

Plans being laid.

This time last year I was going through similar things,

That's the feeling that Oregon gives

That

drop everything now

feeling.

I don't need all this stuff!

this identity

this anything

The wet land will hold me,

and I will hold it.

Signs found me even on the road:

to go or not to go

to go

or to go home.

Going home does not feel real anymore,

not after I've tasted the ocean air once more.

There's something strong that calls me across the waters,

it speaks to me through my pillow at night.

Always moving

Always in flight

Never wanting to grow up

like Peter pan.

I forgot how it feels to create

for the sake of creating.

Like I said,

Things are changing.

I don't know what it is...

a cultural reset?

but it doesn't matter where I am,

I will always be me.

I will always long to create new worlds,

new stories,

to replace the one I'm currently living.

So it's time to accept,

to reflect,

grieve something I hated.

Feel a feeling that is far away,

Outside of my body, but in it at the same time

Floating

Somebody catch me!

Bring me back to my body!

Back to the feeling!

Uranus won't let me!

Eclipses are coming!

A vail over my eyes

my heart

until the start.

but has it already begun?