Fresh Starts

And if you caught
this disaster,
I'll point you home.

Odd how it's only been a week; it feels like years since you were here. You returned so quickly to your old world in the new world, your life that carries on there as though nothing had changed. Life is funny that way. It moves, whether you do or not.

We reveled in the late dusk, in the throngs of people, in the scents of spring. Glad to have one moment, just the two of us, just like it was. She paid for dinner; some things never change.

And at one point in the evening, she looked me straight in the eyes and said, If you know what it is you want, you do it. You do it, and the rest works out. The rest always works out, because it has to. But you have to do it. She has such bright, round eyes, they pierce deep into your veins even when you didn't expect them to, you thought you had your guard up but you were caught completely unawares. Her words went straight into my blood stream. I knew she was right, of course she was right. And I loved her for it.

A week later, walls reerected, the obvious falters, emotion hides away, the sea is calm. Dead. Reality will eat you alive.

But only if you let it.