bedtime reminiscing

by b

Two years ago, everything seemed perfect.
One year ago, everything was in shambles.
This year, it is somewhere in the middle.

The calm before the storm.
The dark before the dawn.
The balance of life’s intricacies.

We are all just a part of something so magnificently vast, we cannot even begin to see it with our two eyes and our finite brains and our rational boxed mindsets.

I am nothing. I am everything. I exist.