i have learned to keep myself to myself. keep my progress to myself. my wellbeing and my melancholy. for i have found that speaking of my internal state stripes my contentment off me i feel empty, or adheres my sadness to me so badly i suffocate.
i keep it all in. not bottle or suppress it, no. i just live it silently. i go with the waves, pass through the storm, glide through the clouds. i keep my distance if i need to, i lower my voice if i had to use it, and i walk with my eyes to the floor to keep my mind as empty of judgment as it could be.
this has become part of me; accepting and keeping silent, watching empires crash and miracles manifest, with no comment nor effort to change, control, or affect. just a witness, just a breath.