i'm only saying this to get it out of my head.

and where do we go from here? i've gotten so good at counting time, racking up notches beside the clock to show the days that i've gotten through without collapsing.

and now this?

and now ... i am open, waiting, heaving with my arms open wide to this large sky. the cold is up my sleeves and through my chest. there is warmth on my face that tastes a lot like rain. and things are changing so very quickly. and i'm not positive i'm going to want to keep up with these shifts.

someone, please, leave me alone and take me with you.