I feel stuck

I feel stuck

I feel stuck.

I know there something “out there”.

I know there is more to reach.

But as I type these words, I feel like something inside of me shifted, only a little while ago.

These words I kept repeating to myself, now feel empty.

Something inside of me is screaming, yelling at me. Telling me: everything is inside. You have been looking outside of yourself for answers.

Your answers are all inside.

Well. i knew it with my mind. now i can feel it. but still, i feel stuck.

somehow.

I learned to trust myself, no matter what happens on the outside. The world can be ugly, boring, traumatising, hard. Or easy and full of butterflies.

It never changes who I am on the inside.

I trust myself with every word i write. A little bit like this last hope. The final truth.

there is nothing else to reach. nothing else to become. nothing else to turn to. nothing else. besides me sitting here with myself.

typing away.

my thoughts.

my memories.

my experiences.

my joys.

my freedom.