June 4, 2009

journal excerpt:

I am mostly nauseous. Inexplicably nervous and terrified. So much at the precipice, at the final step before a giant leap and I see the jagged cliff and unending darkness in the jump. 

But I do jump. I do not fall. 

Tomorrow I move to New York. 
Tomorrow, years of dreaming and longing
reach their unimaginable end. 
Tomorrow I try to patch the Lack, 
to deny the Void,
to make my half whole. 
I know it will not satisfy me;
that is the whole point of the lack. 
But it doesn't matter. 

Tomorrow is a dream come true.