Growing Funny

There is a great depth of absence, that lingers. The world has once again been robbed of a loved one and amazing person. 

The future has been robbed of a man with up most potential to do great things. 

May he rest in peace. 

Josh- you are missed and loved. 

Finally (!!) this:  ’…’ is no longer a ball and chain but rather that page turner that leaves me on the edge of my seat.

It does not take over my life- it no longer gives birth to anxiety, but excitement instead.

I am so excited for the months ahead. April, I take a telling trip to Europe. When I return in May, I resume one of my two jobs and get ready to potentially take on a new part time job, that has appeared out of no where, and seems to have rolled all my dreams into one. 

I am making new friends, and have been meeting amazing people. Life seems to be saturated with incredible beginnings, and I cannot any longer be anything but excited and hopeful for the

‘…’

When you breathe, let it be deep 

to smell the sweat that you just beat out of your pores 

as you tread this hard and unforgiving concrete

under the hottest sun, into a distance that is yet to be known 

 -oh friend, 

you have no idea what it will mean to finish this.  

.

I see a distance and it is growing,

like ivy on an old house it is growing

There is a fertilizer snowing, to keep it from slowing 

.

covering the windows, the frame— the door

oh it’s a beautiful shame to see it’s

shape and being

be overrun