Sometimes things fall into place like you'd never imagine

And you wonder if you should be holding your breath waiting for the
crash to come.
But instead you decide you are just going to plunge in.
Even if it is scary. A little.
Because that is life, living. Not cowering.

You came to this place because you crawled out of your little cave.
Where you were existing in the city.
The darkness of repetition and wet leaves. Sliding under your bike tires.

You moved. Time rearranged itself.

Replacing drear with color. And questions, limitless.
Wanting for not, yet open to wanting.