Moksha. Selah. Wanderlust. What beautiful words. I feel them. 

I feel the desire to be free. I am confused as to who I am when I am heavy, light, high, low, in horror, in ecstasy, in nothingness so deep it’s like the like falling through ice into the black ocean. I am so many things in so little time. I felt it all, love and completeness and nothing ever felt so real as to look into one’s self and be okay with what they saw-that ugliness existed but did not so much as brush against the beauty. 

Free me from this. To be without. To be.