origins in june:

The French is beginning to blend with my native language, chaque jour est plus belle. I am finding life less of a struggle, and more a simple ebb and flow of motion, that if once discovered can lead me on a current to my next destination. I met a friend of five years for the first time in person this last week. She is an amazing inspiration to me, always encouraging the best without having to say one word. I feel renewed within others, stagnant in myself. I honestly desire to stand in another’s ragged//torn shoes.

There is less anxiety, less animosity, less ample sadness. I am again, becoming whole with each new day spent growing. The sun sends warmth to the most frost chilled areas of my mind, allowing for enlightenment. Friends come from out of town, out of state, out of country to speak, fumble, and smile. I will apply myself to a future, and with fingers crossed, toes turned inward, hope for an acquired education. To be accepted into an esteemed college would mean the world to my small soul.

I can only hope that with time, you too will see. I pray for eyes to be opened, books and scripts to be read, moments to be spent. Time is frail, as is one’s life, so be reckless. Spill the glasses meant for drinking, eat the bread meant for sharing, walk on unknown grass. Live knowing that each moment is child to the last, and that time will one day surpass your being.