Conversations With Myself Part 1

What am I doing? I don’t know what I always do, I always run to this, it’s like my default setting. But I’m scared, it’s not familiar any more. It makes me timid, it’s like looking off the edge. But it’s different, isn’t it? Maybe. There’s nothing beautiful here anymore, is there? No, there’s not. Just a cynical criticism of things not even written. But where did the Beautiful go? I don’t know for sure. Maybe it’s just hidden, maybe if I look… It’s too hard isn’t it? No, silly, remember, nothings to hard if you put your mind to it. My mind? Your mind. Maybe it is too hard, Just try stupid, it doesn’t hurt to try, remember? No, it always hurt when I tried, but I always tried again. And again, and again, till I didn’t feel it any more. That’s the spirit, remember. Why are you pushing this? Because this is you. This is me? You just don’t remember how to unlock the beauty within. But the beauty’s gone isn’t it. No. It’s just hidden beneath your stubbornness. Let Go. Just Let Go.