Is it possible to run out of words?
To be so lost and so starved for meaning
that I'll look for it anywhere,
even in the rotting leftovers of the love I pulled from your lips?
About a mile away from my house, there’s this hill,
tall and magnificent,
that rises up from the ground
the same way that when I’m swimming, the water breaks
Getting up this early is kind of a force of habit. I know I don't have to build in time for my morning commute to work anymore, but it does give me a little bit of comfort keeping some sense of routine and normalcy in my life.
I am, and have long been, a fan of new experiences. Be that traveling to a far away destination, working up the courage to make friends with a stranger, or picking up a new hobby or skill. I love the thrill of putting myself in a situation where I have to face a fear or push the boundaries of my comfort zone or feel closer to the world and the people around me. I think it's a part of what makes life so magical.
Before you ask,
yes, I've been counting.
I need something to do with these restless thoughts of mine,
so I've been counting the days since I last saw you.
We're all living in it right now. And truth be told, we've all probably felt moments of uncertainty in our lives before. They happen when we're forced to decide what we want to spend the rest of our lives doing or whether or not to move on from someone we know we're not meant to be with. But we can also be honest in saying, the kind of uncertainty binding the entire world together is a little different than any other kind of uncertainty we've experienced before.