A sense of restlessness has ended.
Like…that momentary silence between snowstorms.
I hate the cold.
It has always done well by me, though.
I’ve been looking at my life differently now.
My longing has subsided,
And the buzz is being replaced with a presence.
You know that ringing you hear when it’s silent?
The deafening one that eats your attention as you try to sleep?
I feel like I’ve finally lost that.
For the first time in a long time, I can see and think clearly.
Its weird how your body and soul doesn’t forget.
It’s easy to follow, effortless..
Its time to slow down, though.
To talk, and build, and see where we are at..
I never knew when he was coming or going.
So I always took things as they were and never pushed. Because when I did, things fell.
I want to burn that Oceanside house to the ground.
I want to forget the places we used to live.
Break ground somewhere different.
Maybe high up in the mountains.
Or in an endless field.
A castle in the sky.
A house in a hill.
It’s a large, terrifying task.
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