I'm here...

right now, wherever that is. Sometimes it's scary because I don't know where I'll end, but it sure beats being, standing still in a place that will never be familiar. It's like screaming for so long that your vocal chords become stretched to the point of no sound, leaving you disoriented. And at the end you're grasping for air that you can't catch. Wanting secretly to just pass out and maybe pass away like time that you don't keep track of. I'm here right now because this is where I'm suppose to be. Not stagnant, not moving, but being, thinking, breathing, living.