Maybe I just need to write. Maybe the best medicine is to simply unleash all of the undying ramblings and transcend the burden unto someone else. Attempt to find balance with someone else, on behalf of my own thoughts written somewhere. Why keep the perpetuating mental agony at bay, when there’s always a peak of curiousity to find a peaceful moment. Maybe I just need to write. At least, that’s what she thinks.
It seems every other echo contradicts what I initially think. But her voice just keeps getting louder, and more persistent… and I can’t help but listen.
The truth is loud and clear. I hear it every day. Maybe I just need to write…maybe, there’s something between the echoes that I’m not understanding and have yet to figure out. Maybe, I just need to write.