*-. Epiphany .-*

"After wandering along the lane for two hours, giving way to every variety of thought, re-considering events, determining probabilities, and reconciling herself, as well as she could to a change so sudden and so important, fatigue, and a recollection of her long absence, made her at length return home." -- Jane Austen (excerpt from "Pride and Prejudice")

*-. and they all lived happily ever after... .-*

happy endings are just stories that haven't finished yet

*-. slowly, but surely .-*

it kills me. it lifts me up, and knocks me down. it helps me breathe, it chokes me. it's my thrill, it's my worries. it's my joy, it's my pain. it's my highest joy; it's my only pain. it helps me come to life each day. it kills me.

*-. Untitled .-*

I am slowly letting myself be swallowed by the unknown. Entering unknown waters. Wondering if I can swim at all. Jumping blindly off a building. But wait. Who said anything about jumping? Not yet. More like strolling into the depths of the forest, not knowing where this turn will take me next. And I keep telling myself to enjoy the view, God damn it. After all, it seems like an interesting forest. But I've walked these trails before; or have I? But I've learned how to swim before, or have I? But I've always wanted to make the jump... do you?