Meet me at rock bottom

Meet me at rock bottom – where the soul is free and the thoughts are silent…

Meet me at rock bottom … these words are returning in my head – but not in that annoying way of thought circles that won’t stop, more like a reminder.

Rock bottom … sounds like a pretty dark place, but it’s not. Rock bottom is just where the real me and the real you is. No facade. No thoughts. No fake smile on the face. Just real.

Rock bottom … reminds me of the sound of the waves as they wash over the pebbles at the shore … clean and with clear sound, the sound of every edge of the stones, the sound of each character …

Rock bottom … is silent, but not silent at all … more, naturally silent … where you only hear the heartbeat of the earth or your own heartbeat … maybe both … maybe it’s the same beat …

Rock bottom … sounds like the waves after the night has arrived … calming … Where all thoughts just disappear and you’re left with – space – space to just feel and just be in the moment. Space to just be yourself. myself.

Rock bottom … maybe is a dark place … but not scarry dark … more – soft black – do you know what i mean? … dark like a warm summer night … dark like a night under a sky full of stars and a perfect moon … dark like the night at the beach …

Rock bottom … is where people become real. Like their sober 3 am version … with edges and character, maybe happy, maybe sad, maybe both at the same time or nothing at all … but not many dare to go there …

Rock bottom … is deep. It’s where the waves crash. The waves of life, and the waves of the ocean. It’s not just scratching the surface …

Rock bottom … is deep down under the ocean, where your bare feet touch the clean, cold rocks – grounded – high above you rays of sunlight break through the cristal clear blue waves.

Meet me at rock bottom … a place where you have to look at yourself … but really look … not the styled version, pretending to be happy … rock bottom is rock. bottom. the real you.

I like rock bottom …

It’s night. I’m sitting alone at a bench. In front of me, ocean waves are reaching the shore. Their sound fills the air – makes it impossible to catch any thought – it’s just silent up there – except for sometimes this silent reminder … meet me at rock bottom … and I smile.

Meet me at rock bottom …

Maybe one day you’ll dare to meet there …

Yourself. Myself.

I’ll wait you there …