| and these things will pass. |
[26. October, 2008 | 10:52 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | imogen heap - not now but soon | ] |
sometimes it just takes a little bit longer than we planned for everything to maneuver back into its right place. maybe not the best place, not the most ideal place, but the right place.
minor traumas and major sighs and small talk and big feelings about little things that we will refer to less and less as the days and the weeks keep moving. i made it back to my center, wasn't sure about things for a minute there. sometimes i just need to step away, forcibly take myself out of it and around a side destination until i come back to just being. here. tending to my life, my plants, my projects, my laundry, my dead army of ant juice, me.
and you're still here. finding your way to me even with little time to spare. i was lying in bed awake for a few hours this morning, and i remembered everything about the very first weekend i spent with you. i couldn't remember a span of that much time since then that has just been the two of us. the two of us going to the cafe, going to the drive-in together, going to the farmer's market together, making dinner together, going to the beach together. doing a lot of things together. and then is so different from now, there was so much to get to know and so many feelers reaching out to figure out who this other person is... but i think i'm going to fixate on that feeling and some of the basic ingredients involved. and i'm going to work on it. and we're going to work on it. fucking life... keeps getting in the way.
... if we can just get through this one. |
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