And then – rage. This stupid suitcase banging against my leg, a future bruise on my thigh. My back hurts. Still so many steps to scale. Halfway there I realise: This anger. Is not about my heavy luggage. The sweat running down my temples. The calluses on my right palm. The narrow stairway.
It’s triggered by utter helplessness. I’m facing something too big for me. I’ve been caught up in my comfortable little bubble. Too busy getting my life together. And so happy when I succeeded that I didn’t see the hints. All the signs that lied in plain sight.
I was self-absorbed and blind and almost paid a high price for it.
Helpless rage, once again. I’m trying to do too much but I can’t stop it.
Everything is about to slip away, fall apart.
I haven’t shared anything for too long, so here’s a little post for the writing challenge I started a long time ago. I hope 2018 has been kind to you so far. Currently I’m reunited with my love and back in Belgrade! :) Unfortunately not very productive yet but sometimes it’s also necessary to take a break and enjoy life :D take care, my loves! <3
Model: my dear friend Kaja on 35mm film :)