Tik. Tok. I remember being 7 years old laying under a young apple tree after tending to my garden.
Tik. Tok. Squinting my eyes daring to look at the sun through the leaves dancing to the gentle breeze.
Tik. Tok. I don’t remember thinking about anything in particular.
Tik. Tok. I am 17 now and I am not sure what the life holds in store for me, but.
Tik. Tok. I have more energy than I know what to do with.
Tik. Tok. 30 years have gone by.
Tik. Tok. Passed me by. Was I even there, I wonder?
The paralyzing anesthesia of anxiety. The analysis paralysis. Who did I become?
Tik Tok. I think I became somebody. Someone.
Tik Tok. Someone who analyzes a lot.
Tik Tok. Do I dare to look at the sun anymore?
Tik Tok. Do I dare to still remember the leaves dancing to the gentle breeze?
Tik Tok. Do I dare to still tend to my garden?
Tik Tok. Let me close my eyes and imagine.
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