The circle never begins.

After longing for solitude and tranquility, today brought me company and introspection. Questions remain rampant regarding some interactions, as if the words are saying less than what they mean — I would be lying if I said this does not force me down the rabbit hole of my psyche.

I need how to learn to write again. Tonight porn, sobriety and sex were discussed and even though the teachings were present and I won’t forget some snippets of conversations, I cannot find the right words to describe the emotions inside my brain.

Progress is not linear and the need to go back to the person I was standing in the middle of the rain crosses my mind every day. But I’m not the same body I was back then. Progress is not linear and my context keeps changing. The answer is underneath letting go as if no words will be spoken again.