A friendly face

A friend that I haven't seen in eight months visited me today. A lot can happen in eight months. I poured my heart out in a typical manner. We laughed and cried. I told him about the few beautiful people I met since, the sunrises, and the goodbyes. We have both changed since we last met on a cold rainy night back in December. I'm grateful for summer sun and all the seasons. I'm grateful for my heart, for the insights, for the eagerness to experience life at the cost of any and all pain. I told him about the book, and how intimidated I am from my own writing. I was telling myself really, for I've been too scared to even admit it to myself. There is no other way to exist now but prepare to turn the page on that huge chapter of my life, through writing it down. I live like a total hermit these days, and these visits from friendly faces bring solace to my heart, and they remind me to go a little bit easier on myself, for I tend to get really wild, and uncontrollably raw.