Sometimes you have to go to empty places to understand how much you need to be filled, to discover you’re bankrupt.
Iowa stretches out in front of me, rolling fields, big sky, quiet that is so quiet it’s loud. This place is opposite of my place.
In the quiet I have discovered my emptiness, how I desperately fill the holes with noise, distraction, things, busyness, anything that will allow me to not think because for me thinking is dangerous.
So I keep moving, running, avoiding, replacing bad coping mechanisms with the socially acceptable, but still running away nevertheless.
Oh how I long to be filled.
There’s a new spot for five minute friday. Stop by Kates’s place to join in the fun.