TWENTY-ATE
If you had told me...
any details about twenty-eight...
I would have really appreciated it. And before I go any further, you know about the phenomenon called the Saturn Return?
Think about it like a birthday, you just completed a lap around the sun, so much development to reflect on for just the one year. But this cycle, Saturn's Return back to point A, took twenty-eight years. Lotssss of development. I don't know the math but based on my involuntary participation, everything you identify with/identify as you suddenly combusts. All for the better, but still an entire human experience.
Pivotal, exciting at times, crushing.
There comes a moment in time where you are crying heavy tears, ones that slap the floor. That's the first sign. Next, opportunities comes for you to speak your mind, your truth, the discomfort in the air, and the dreams. Next, and this is when you think you can pull up the socks, again. Refocus.
Most likely all ground around you will crumble/ disappear, and let's make it night fall just to add an element of vulnerably. Little do you know, this is the incredible magic.
Learn to find comfort in the quiet. Something - idk what - but something is sitting right beside this debacle.
In my dramatic ways, I would like to consider this whole Saturn Return a homocide of all sense of self from, of course, no other than, the higher self. And with death, there is grief, denial, anger, absolute compassion, and bliss. idk bro.
365 days later, we are choosing to trust our slight sense of direction, and dare I say purpose.
Hey, clock in!
What the fuck are you actually doing?
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