endless possibilities

Maybe I’ll move to Mexico.

Maybe I’ll find myself

just to lose myself

and then find myself again.

 

Maybe this is the time to pursue destiny

and not stay stuck in the comfortable.

Maybe this is when I start a whole new chapter, or

maybe it’s an entire book.

 

Maybe endings are actually beginnings

and heartbreaks chances for healing.

Maybe I’m not walking away

but walking towards,

forward,

moving closer to happiness

than I’ve ever been.

 

Maybe mind can remind heart of reality

and maybe the only way to move on

is to move through it.

 

 

truth no. 25

everyone wants a fresh start-

we just don’t expect having to go through the

pain of the end in order to reach

a brand new beginning.

making the bed

you tug and measure

and approximate calculations

to get the stretchy part of the sheet

to fit over the mattress

just right.

 

the rest is easy.

automatic, even.

 

the hardest part

is always the start.

mélange

there have been so many endings.

even in my beginnings I find them

there-

hidden behind the meaning of his

still unsaid

words.