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i see good things for you.

[dara]

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a year ago, i started getting cold in the mornings. i would wake up early, in the predawn still, and i would be cold, even though i was living in hot places, arizona and california. i was running scared.
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i would move from my bed-nest to the air outside, where the grey not-light seemed like a dead end. it felt like i was tipping a book off a shelf to read, but someone had ripped out the last page of the story and stapled it to the cover. the days, once begun, were lovely and full of life. but the mornings pressed a palm flat to my chest and said to me, don't bother.
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i say this now because i woke up this morning in a hostel in california, a year later, and i felt a thrum in my chest, the what's-next feeling, and the air was cold in my tent, but i didn't care. skin is a great insulator. i walked down to the cafe for pancakes, not scared of not belonging, not scared of not having a home.
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i'm not sure what that means, but it feels like growth. further up and further in.