Burning.

I’m burning.

I burn from the first sip of coffee in the morning until my last possible moment of the day. The energy that burns through me is pure. natural. I have no idea where it comes from but it’s definitely a bottomless pit.

I roll out of bed ecstatic with what unknown adventures will unfold. The world just keeps giving me every single thing I need to create my best work. Every conversation flows naturally.

Thats why I always tell people that I am nothing special.

I’m not.

Just a person that said fuck every comfort and put myself into the world. Untethered. I pushed away from shore and no one even noticed. I built my own raft, surveyed the horizon and guessed on which star to follow. I didn’t ask for permission. I didn’t look at a map. I just trusted my chaos and let it lead me into the void. I lost touch with reality and burned the instruction manual. I reported to no one but myself.

But I also face the consequences of those actions. Even though I am truly free, I am also drifting out in the ocean. I never let anyone get close enough to be able to throw me a rope if I need it.

I chose the point of no return - The one that means death at the end. Where we don’t really know if there’s a salvation just before the edge.

A safety net to make the risk make any fucking sense.

A floor to the bottomless pit.

The antidote to the venemous bite.