Tonight, I say farewell to the stars I’ve been looking over for the past week. The skylights will turn to street lights tomorrow, and the constellations will become street signs. Crickets will become taxi cabs, and I will become a foreigner. And quite frankly, I am nervous, yet excited. Transition is so scary, but when you realize that it’s when you turn from 6 to 7 or day to night, it’s not so bad. And I know not everyone is not so inviting, but as long as I can smile long enough, I know I’ve done my best. Farewell, farewell, we’ll meet again.
DALE GRIBBLE IS DEAD. He’s been reincarnated.
Moving out, Clairece, Bob’s Burgers, unhealthy food, car tow, nature, tequila, changes, work liberation, relaxing, chain smoking, joey, not enough Jamie, discouragement, rumors, slaps on the face by a drunk half brother, game of thrones, James, no effort whatsoever, regrets, world war I park.
Little less blogging and a lot more living. I am nervous/excited for my transition, and I want to hear your voice.
Listening to chopin’s nocturnes / talking in hushed voices on the car ride home / how beautiful the reflection of headlights are / how beautiful they are / to realize how much sadness my family feels / to know that I’m not the one who can help / the frustration / it’s raining / it’s raining/ it’s raining again