Nothing.
My head was on backwards most of the day. The stress of not doing enough hanging over me like a sword over a king’s head. It’s bound to kill me. As I stood in the pouring rain, face towards the sky, I asked Mother Earth to take the worries away. It was like the stressed melted, like hot wax. The tension behind my head relaxed. Somedays are meant for nothing, when will I learn that?
Nothing. At. All.
Some days are for nothing. Even to be worried. It's like a candle melting like it's going to burn you, but it's actually nothing. It makes me happy to see you write again and I love the way you express your feelings ♥️