I have found the focus on moments to be a positive practice. Much has gone unconsidered and ignored. I hope to live a life free from these events, but I also selfishly can’t allow them to go completely untold. They need to become something. Have been for something. Some punishment. I don’t feel I have lived a life deserving of narrativization. An uncompelling character, burdened by unfortune. I have lived little, choosing inaction in hopes that the tides would forget me. That the harm would stop if I only hid well enough. But the tide does not forget; it simply comes. So I will continue to pour out moments and emotions until I am freed from their weight. So that maybe then I can curate a life worth telling, a good narrative.
More than a sorrowful soul.