Postcard to Myself

A glimpse of life on the other side of the gray

It’s gloomy out, and I feel it, not just the sky, but the quiet weight it lays on everything. Days like this tend to amplify what’s already there: the silence in the room, the lack of real connection, the sense that something’s missing.

But weirdly, I still feel this quiet kind of hope. Maybe because I know this isn’t the whole story. Maybe because I’m starting to feel movement again, small things, shifting inside. I think about travel, about change, about landing in a place where the light feels different, not just the sun, but what’s possible.

There’s a version of me that already left. He wakes up lighter. He teaches. He creates. He walks the streets of a new place with purpose in his steps and peace in his chest.

That’s the future I’m walking toward, slowly, deliberately. One step, one plan, one prayer at a time.

Not because I hate where I am, but because I know I’m meant to go.

That’s the Gotham City Truth.