I think I am finally ready. Last night, I put your shirt, that I have held onto for years, into the charity basket. And then I cried. I realize it is time to let you go completely. I've held onto you for far to long. You were never really mine nor will you ever be.
I think I am finally ready. Saturday, I took a bath and read W.B Yeats. I did not feel this the need to go out. To escape, to obliviate myself. So, I enjoyed my bath soaking up Yeats' words like a newborn at her mother's breast.
I've decided to get rid of things in my life that don't suit me, be it clothes, or crafts, or ideas. So many things I tried to be for other people. I may not yet know who I am, but I know who I am not. Yes, it will always be difficult to walk on the edge as I do, but I can't deny that is where I belong. I belong to the heavens and the sea at the edge of twilight, dancing and flowing into the unknown.