What can you do when you’ve lost the way back to yourself?
Scramble trying to figure out where you got lost?
Risk it all and start again?
As my cup emptied, I made a choice.
I searched for my oasis.
Finding the smallest pocket of the world; a black hole of happiness.
I packed the weight of my sadness, what was left of a fragmented identity, and lost myself again… in spirit, vitality, and love.
Asé