Five days.Five days, that's all there is left.
Five days.
I am raising my eyes from the ground, the self-inflicted blindness is clearing, and all is well, here. I believe spring has finally officially arrived; no longer simply a rumor carried by crocuses, the trees have budded and are blooming, proclaiming that the event that we have waiting for since November is finally here.And I find myself budding at the same time. I feel more competent, unafraid; I am embarking on a frightening new venture and I'm managing not to be paralyzed with fear.
So be patient, and all will be revealed; it's almost time to live again.
so polished and so rare
this way that we see
the coldness helps, it's our favorite remedy—New Zero, Rasputina
outside: sunny. warmish. heaven.
doing: tensing to spring
link: pulling a geographic
dream: a person who I don't like very much shows me a poem he wrote about me before I was born. i pull away, repelled.
