I'm falling away from the things I love even though I'm inspired to create. The communities I once felt a part of were never home, but there was comfort there. In these times where friends grow closer to the sun, I find myself searching for the right path to the same source. Not sure if we share the same light.

I know I'm getting closer to whatever I'm going for, but also feel like I'm treading or wasting time in my limbo. We keep falling apart every four years to get closer, but does knowing who I am help anymore? We will find out because right now all I can feel is me sinking.