living for the moments in between

People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.

How odd, I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.

Some people come into your life just to teach you how to let go.

The first draft of anything is sh*t.

Sometimes the hardest part isn’t letting go but rather learning to start over.

There isn’t any fear in existence itself, or any uncertainty, but living creates it.

I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.