Everyone's got someone, deep in their lungs, that they need to breathe out, before they can sink. Is that why you're trying to breathe me out, darling, while I'm still trying to breathe you in?
- I wrote this for you.
my uncle died. i opened my show. i have felt more challenges in the last few months that i have felt in a while. physically, emotionally and spiritually. i was certain about something that was occurring in my life, now i am not so sure. i do know that it is making me think. and feel. and contemplate. and write.
i can usually pinpoint what is going to happen with certain situations i encounter. i have an intuition that is dead on. spot on. always right. even when it takes me a little while to figure out, it's always right. but this time i am not so sure. i can feel things still unfolding. questions that still need to be answered that i don't know ever will be. only time will tell. for now i am letting go.
i will be 25 in 14 days. what the fuck! tattoo number seven is coming. maybe i will go skydiving. i have kept my promise of praying more. exploring more. reading more. i feel good and alive. i am taking vitamins and drinking water but i need to stop smoking. i don't want to yet. i have made beautiful friends who i know enrich my soul. i have spent less time with people who don't. i am learning to cut off things that no longer serve me. my phone is vibrating. most of the time i wish it was you. but i know it's not. for now i am letting go.
i always get the adrenaline rush of being in a race when i'm the first one in line at a red light. i'll never not be a competitor. so if you want me to fight i will. i'll dance for you. i'll win.
