Go

He says you sound blue, and I can't see the sad shapes in the ink trail behind me. Do I not feel now more alive than in ages? Does it not seem the darkness of fall brings with it this time a tingle, like the excitement of new love? A room spreads out around me, paper piles and clothes strewn around like they're free. A voice speaks through me like an old neglected friend, familiar like we were never not one. Soon, soon, everything will happen and the world is brand new. I have been lost, I'll be the first to admit, these words are merely placeholders, they mean nothing.

1. Do things that scare you.

Living might be the first.