skirts and tights

two funerals of love and a wedding. trying to remember that none of them are mine. gripping the edge of the emotional abyss with all my strength and wishing i was home to lay with the window open, listening to the BQE. the physical frustration is one animal, but the emotional growth is quite another.

i’ll sleep tonight. i’ll dream crazily and maybe wake up sweating. i’ll take tomorrow as it comes - work, smile, talk, get on a plane, sleep, and as soon as i see laguardia, my strength will gather itself even more quickly.

none of this has anything to do with me and my own sense of well-being, really. all i need to worry about is living well, and the way i deserve. i’ve built so much in so little time - more than i could have ever hoped for. and you know - as soon as i put this song on, i felt better? why is music the best thing in the world?