Stagnation
never growing
up but moving
towards
perpetually

empty faces
blankly bridging
backwards
motions to
presence

existing
is precious when
nothing is driven by
security

the foundation
flat, in essence

so statically
stuck
in obsolete.

Someone told me that there are two types of people in the world: doers (sowers) versus thinkers (growers).

I am a thinker, constantly working to better understand myself. To think and feel so deeply, it moves me forward and pushes me past obstruction. I am a grower. I work towards the future, yet sometimes forget to savor the present. Perhaps relishing too acutely in the past. I am nostalgic by nature.

Grateful for moments of descent, as my depression and sensitivity have driven me towards introspection. The risk is getting caught up in my emotions and internalizing them. It is fuel for my creativity.