i'm jumping in the deep end... and i'm about to see just how much oxygen my lungs can hold until i'm forced to come up for air. the world will look different and unsure down there. i will not know which way is up and which way is down.
i will have to trust my instincts. this is sink or swim.
i want to write my heart on a piece of paper and send it to my friends. the ones that are real. the ones that are there. the ones that stay put even when they go away. the ones that love. and are loved.
but isn't that kind of what i'm doing by living my life?
i'm 'standing on the edge of summer'. i always am. because that's when i live my life. the months from april through september. the rest is just as bland as the weather. sometimes darker than the rest.