old skin

a lot of things being unclear, i take in whatever i can from my everyday. i take whatever life has to offer. not having a you to address i take pleasure in this sense of detachment. no mine to speak of, i pause and observe the world. and, after a few more clicks of the retractable pen, i realize i am at peace with the world again.

even if i don't really like what i'm wearing now...even if i don't really earn enough to support even just myself...even if i'm still uncertain whether i'm simply wounded for now or for always...i sit here and read, watch people, tinker with my phone, sip coffee, and wait for sundown. i sit here and realize that something important just happened...rather unceremoniously.

just now, i have become brave again. i am yet to regain my strength but i found the courage to give myself a chance once more...a chance to make decisions, fail, and then hopefully learn.

huh,all that sounds elementary...fall and then pick up yourself. come to think of it, i first learned these lessons when i was five. they prove to be true even at 25.

i've still got a long way to go. i've got a lot of concerns to settle. for now, i'd have to go pick clothes i'm actually comfortable with. i just don't like what i've been carrying with me, not anymore. for that i'd have to travel home or find replacement here, now. whatever, I JUST REALLY NEED TO GET OUT OF MY OLD SKIN NOW.