i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

growing up is such a messy messy business.

but as i go through the motions of daily living,

stand in front of the same mirror everyday,

do my face the same way (mostly)

and run my hands through my summer rack of clothing

i feel the joy to simply be alive.

to have a routine.

i've come to realize many things

when pushing through the mundane.

how far i've come,

how far i still have to go.

the frailty of memory,

the beauty of hope.

today's realization however,

came in the midst of the most ordinary.

in the moment of childish indulgence where i built fantasies,

reality smacked me in the face and brought me down to earth,

and it didn't hurt.

i guess that's what they call growing up.

when what you wish happened, and what really happened

are not the same thing.

but strangely,

that's okay.

i seem to be saying that a lot these days,

'it's okay'

'that's okay'

'i'm okay'

because you know,

i am.