life is strange
I’m starting to realize that.
Some days feel like I’m walking through
a memory I haven’t lived yet,
like everything is familiar
but nothing is clear.
I keep telling myself I’m fine,
even when my thoughts wander
and my chest feels heavier
than it should.
But then something small happens
a laugh,
a breeze,
a moment that hits different
and suddenly I remember
that I’m still here,
still moving,
still figuring myself out.
Life is strange…
but maybe that’s why it’s real.
It doesn’t wait for me to be ready,
it just keeps unfolding,
and somehow,
I keep unfolding with it.