I found this entry a few nights ago, buried amongst other writings. It was one of the last things I wrote before leaving home.

everything is flying past me now

i used to pray for the pace to liven up

i'm yelling out "wait up!"

let me just taste this

can i?

allow me to dance here

slow

i want to be

to be nothing

nothing but being

deep in the hollowest parts of myself

i see places preparing themselves

i am carving my way through

impossibilities 

remember every initiation period 

do not forget how much heart it took to get here

say thank you 

pause