Melancholy Ramblings
I really do have the greatest life I could ask for. I am surrounded by really wonderful people, even if I cannot always be as close to them, as I would like. I hope that they all know how much they mean to me. They are the reason that I ever had the strength to fall in love and turn my world upside down. With just a few words, they can make me feel like there has never been a lonely void in my life that I have fallen into.They have pulled me from that void more times than I care to count. We are some of the strongest souls on this planet, even if our bodies betray that strength on a regular basis. Our bodies can go to hell. We refuse to stop and give into the suffering they try to push us into. There is too much to be experienced to engage in the bullshit of daily sufferings that the world seems to think we deserve.
I miss them. Living here is hard. I know that I will make new friends here and it will keep feeling more and more like home. I wait for that with a mix of dread and joy. I will settle in, but I refuse to give up one piece of what made me get here. When this becomes home, what do I call that place in my heart that made me?
Love is better than all of my grand teenage soap opera imaginings. The mirror on snow white's wall finally shattered to a thousand pieces before my eyes. No magic answer matters anymore. I have the true answer when we spend nights in one another's arms and lazy mornings making breakfast. I could get used to this. I don't even think I am afraid anymore.That absence of fear is a strange new hollowness in my chest that I must take care not to fill with complacency or boredom. I have no idea how to do that, but I have friends that will show me. Maybe we will all learn togethger
I miss them. Living here is hard. I know that I will make new friends here and it will keep feeling more and more like home. I wait for that with a mix of dread and joy. I will settle in, but I refuse to give up one piece of what made me get here. When this becomes home, what do I call that place in my heart that made me?
Love is better than all of my grand teenage soap opera imaginings. The mirror on snow white's wall finally shattered to a thousand pieces before my eyes. No magic answer matters anymore. I have the true answer when we spend nights in one another's arms and lazy mornings making breakfast. I could get used to this. I don't even think I am afraid anymore.That absence of fear is a strange new hollowness in my chest that I must take care not to fill with complacency or boredom. I have no idea how to do that, but I have friends that will show me. Maybe we will all learn togethger