Separation

" Do you know that you are an adult? Do you know this?"

I stare at him.

My heart knows the answer but it's too hard to admit.

Shh, I think, I don't need to speak it outloud.
If I did, but it would mean things needed to shift and moving pieces are terribly hard to coordinate.

But I know it's time.

"Yes, I'm an adult."

So when we say thank you for distinguishing holy and profanity, we really mean thank you for the role I played for the past 24 years, now, the script has changed and characters moving.

The candle flickered in the hazy circle. Light droplets of rain but fire is strong.

We talk about that nasty fire that you threw at me and then I laugh in the tears since
It's so far removed and I never believed I could feel whole again.

I'm looking up at the sky since ripples come from all angles and everywhere is water.

He is right. I am not a child anymore.
Shifting this paradigm and then it becomes so clear.

Holy shit! It's so easy.

Wide eyed and trying not to feel that tinge of pain within.

One goal. Just one goal to achieve.

Home.
Place.
Belonging.
Apartment.
Phew.

6 months.
Own it.
Love it.
Be it.
Say it.
Share it.

And this is the work.
Mind is blown.

And I'm still me but stronger than before.