Existence.

What do you do when you don’t know what to do?

You do nothing. 

I learned that from pain; I learned that from sorrow.

I learned to shut up to listen.

I learned to zone out to fall into a vortex inside of my own self.

I learned to call people out to become aware of my mistakes

I learned to shut up to coexist with the loud voices in my head.

I got destroyed. 

Then I was born again.

I stopped. 

I stopped talking, so I could think

I stopped thinking, so I could be present

That’s when God appeared.

In the midst of myself twirling around dancing.

In the middle of a drunk, Saturday night.

My purpose burst out of the flames of my mortal existence

Then I changed, and it hurt.

Only to give birth to myself again.