Excitement. Fear. Joy. Worry. Stress. Feigned carelessness. Hurt. Longing.Hope.
Hope.
I guess that's the word that can best describe the place I now inhabit.
That precarious state of wondering, the calm before the storm, the stasis before I have to make the decision: Am I willing to feel again?
Do I want to throw myself out there,
make all my secret, sacred hurts and scars laid bare before you?
Because you have made me remember something that I had so long ago, and I remember the sheer joy that comes in shared love, and ask myself, "Are you ready?"
Because I'm starting to think that maybe, just maybe, it's time for me to once more be alive.
