Just looking for North

You'd never expect to remain your same self on the inside, or be reminded of that while you're walking through your hallway, that people don't necessarily have to change. When you sense that center, that's probably already all grown up and knows what's important, it's a relief.

It allows you to keep striving for those same good things, despite any bad. Don't ever become a writer, my inner voice just said. The reason is again, that striving. When you unspool a line of hope, and it becomes your everything, no circumstance will ever let it go.

You know that even more if you spent half a whole year trying. That's me now, if I've changed at all, looking for that one string that pulls me back up into the clouds where I belong. It's there while I wait, I probably ward it off even, knowing me and my feelings.

I'll return, but I'll be here still the same...that can't be wrong.