Wednesday, August 27, 2014

sweet states of transition.

you're guaranteed several {if not more} of these during a lifetime.
and yet it's never guaranteed how and for how long they'll last.

i have suddenly found myself in a state of transition again.
"it was the best of times, it was the worst of times."
though i have been told that when something feels painful and stretched.
it often means you're pursuing something right.

so perhaps, the worst of times is merely the growing pains of what will be the best of times.

perhaps, perhaps.

i keep telling myself that this place will only feel new for so long.
i keep telling myself that it's only day three and that it takes time to build a life.

i know i'm supposed to be here, no matter how much my words fight this knowledge.

it's just all a bit frightening.
and my emotions are at a high in general,
and then you add on the untimely death of an immediate family member
and suddenly every transition feels ten times more abnormal.

as i said,
"it was the best of times, it was the worst of times."

ironically, literature is my current saving grace.
and boyfriend.
we cannot forget that magnificent human being.


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