Right Behind Zero

I once lived there. There. Right behind zero. No ground. No gravity. No fall. No floating either. Any white noise. Or bright lights. Any of that shit? No. None of that either. What the heck was going on there then? I don't know. What I was sure of. There was absolute reality. Sincerity. And truth. But just before that. Pure chaos. Unfiltered. Wait, absolute? Kind of. Whatever.

When I become a bit. Unreal. Insincere. Attention-seeking & people-pleasing again. I'll go back. Right there. Why? You tell me. Never mind. And where exactly again? Read it again, mate. No. Thanks.

No kidding. All that pain/suffering/struggling we were in once (or more), that's where we perhaps found something more real/sincere/true about what/who we are really!

Things will get better. Or maybe, get worse. But at least one now knows how to hang on. Whenever everything becomes overwhelming again. Remember that.

I once lived there. There. Right behind zero.

Love. Stay well. 

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BRITTON | VISUAL STORYTELLER