life in eden changed.

I used to think packing up and leaving was a romantic adventure, but now I think it is a brave endeavor.

I am simply just waiting.

Sitting here, waiting. I am watching my stuff being packed away, sent up to the attic where it will only collect dust. I feel like I am slowly disappearing, slowly becoming nothing but a memory.

It was a lovely memory, for me. A memory I never prepared myself to let it fall behind me. It didn't appear on my radar as an event I must prepare myself to break from. It is all too fast, too real.

The world doesn't know how to deliver reality, except for in large doses. Too large for my pathetic palms, too large for my fragile arms to carry.

I wish I could hold it. I wish I could hold it and call her Grace and teach her to think of Sundays as absolutely lovely. I wish I could teach her yoga and how to clear the mind. No stress, baby, no stress.

Reality has this way of separating the Past and Future and leaving you broken in Between. Leaving you on the verge of embrace and longing to reminisce. Straddling the rooftops trying to decide which side will give you better balance.

I am sorry if this all sounds dull or is a heavy dose of gravity and reality, buy I'm trying to make sense of it all, trying to find the beauty created by this twist in my Kaleidoscope.