What is stopping me from living fully in the life in front of me? What’s stopping me from diving into it, the way only I can, and maxing it all out? How beautiful and simple and honest. How fucking cool and good it could be. And awful. Fuuuuucking awful but I mean. That too.

I don’t want to wait until I’m stretching myself taut and reaching my hands to the sky, wishing for the thing I could build right where I’m at. Because it’s me. I am that magic, I kindle it in the people around me. My family is waiting for me.

Everything I want already wants me. The synchronicity of it is astounding.

[Braid the threads and weave them back in. Sigh that twilight blue, the lilac and bruise of this particular silk, out of your lungs. It’ll accumulate slowly over time, you’ll figure it out.]

Been falling for months, gotta dive sometime- rakete mädchen screaming back into the atmosphere, exploding like Holi across the sky.