blink.

And in the blink of an eye, it all changes.

Something is said and it's back to the beginning.




We're talking again, and I am whole. That fracture in me is restored.
I smiled when I woke up this morning. I thought it was all a dream, but I was wrong.
No one knows how long it will be this way, but in the now I am good.
I am happy.


I am just not ready to share everything.
Maybe one day I won't write so cryptically.
But that day isn't today.

As I sit

I sit in my Dad's truck, which smells like death and 32 lbs of onions left over from the weekend, eating a not-so-healthy bunch of curly fries (yum) listening to a man sing to me who sounds as pained as I'm feeling wondering if I will ever be happy alone. When will I be happy again? Actually happy? Will I be ok just me?

Then I hear honking, a police car whiz by and a van barely pull over for it as it races by in the opposite direction . I then realize that I have next to nothing to worry about. Life will be fine. It goes on.