It’s weird. I almost can’t stand it. Isn’t that weird? That the mind gets so use to the toxins that fresh air feels like the polluted one. The mind is complicated. But this isn’t. Not anymore. Breathe in...breathe out. My gosh, I am breathing again. On my own. Without help.
I guess pushing everyone away is my subconscious trying to prove to itself that I can do this alone. Because for so long I needed someone. Because I didn’t have you. Now I am alone. Isn’t that what I wanted? Maybe one day I will feel the need to reel the hook back in.
But for now, I’m enjoying fishing. Myself, the sun and the water. This time...I’m not scared to drown. -KB