life to be lived
i have words to put on paper, but i have no idea what they are
i feel like i'm sitting in the middle of boxes and things are unrecognizable
probably because i am
new things are coming in as fast as the old leave
i'm moving, and it feels like i'm leaving a lifetime behind
i'm trying to put my hand on something familiar as familiarity slips though my fingers
and that's okay
we try so hard in this life to hold on; hold on to everything
because it's comfortable, it's familiar.
good or bad, we've worn it before and somehow it begins to fit, even if it breaks and cracks along the way
all that we really know when we step forward is all that we're leaving behind
newness brings questions; questions of the unknown, and waking up in a new place without the familiarity of the same old walls.
good or bad, so often we cling to what we know, because at least we've felt it before.
it has become a part of us and it is ours
and for the fear of letting go, so often we never fully step into the life ahead to be lived.
i'm moving from where i live
changing positions at my job
and somehow it all feels like i am beginning again
i'm leaving a porch of solitude where words on paper under a starry sky have become my best friend and exchanging it for a porch filled with laughter and friends to share those words with
it's time to move on
it's time to live my life with others again
it's time to let people back in; to let them into the walls that i have put so much time into building up this tight
it's time.
and it is good, and exciting, and it feels like how life is supposed to be lived
yet nonetheless, what i have known here for so long is all i've ever known in this town.
this has become my home.
so as i sit here and pack up an apartment filled with memories, and tears, and prayers and a million ghosts, i find myself trying to find and hold onto what has been so hard, because if nothing else, it has been mine.
yet as i put the tape on the boxes and pack up these 29 years of my life, i know it's time to close this door and walk through the next one.
i know that there is still so much more life to be lived.
i feel like i'm sitting in the middle of boxes and things are unrecognizable
probably because i am
new things are coming in as fast as the old leave
i'm moving, and it feels like i'm leaving a lifetime behind
i'm trying to put my hand on something familiar as familiarity slips though my fingers
and that's okay
we try so hard in this life to hold on; hold on to everything
because it's comfortable, it's familiar.
good or bad, we've worn it before and somehow it begins to fit, even if it breaks and cracks along the way
all that we really know when we step forward is all that we're leaving behind
newness brings questions; questions of the unknown, and waking up in a new place without the familiarity of the same old walls.
good or bad, so often we cling to what we know, because at least we've felt it before.
it has become a part of us and it is ours
and for the fear of letting go, so often we never fully step into the life ahead to be lived.
i'm moving from where i live
changing positions at my job
and somehow it all feels like i am beginning again
i'm leaving a porch of solitude where words on paper under a starry sky have become my best friend and exchanging it for a porch filled with laughter and friends to share those words with
it's time to move on
it's time to live my life with others again
it's time to let people back in; to let them into the walls that i have put so much time into building up this tight
it's time.
and it is good, and exciting, and it feels like how life is supposed to be lived
yet nonetheless, what i have known here for so long is all i've ever known in this town.
this has become my home.
so as i sit here and pack up an apartment filled with memories, and tears, and prayers and a million ghosts, i find myself trying to find and hold onto what has been so hard, because if nothing else, it has been mine.
yet as i put the tape on the boxes and pack up these 29 years of my life, i know it's time to close this door and walk through the next one.
i know that there is still so much more life to be lived.
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