There is no right side up. No upside down. Everything is every which way all of the time.

There is sadness in my happiness and happiness through the tears. Moments of excitement for future plans coupled with remembrances of trauma. Creation with destruction. Stagnancy swirling with “everything is going too fast and I can’t grasp on fast enough.”

And while I fear I may never get clarity I’m also finding that the confusion is perfectly clear.

I’m okay with being the misunderstood one. The forgettable one. The fucking bonkers one. I just hope that the mist of all that, I’m also known for being the one who wasn’t afraid to be seen. Raw. And wasn’t afraid of loving. However unconventionally.

The one, that in spite of it all, kept on living on her terms.