This Is The New Age?

It's a funny thing.

This sensation is so foreign, but not unwelcome in the slightest. It's almost as if I'm newly born into these emotions. I'm sure I've had them in the past, but it's been such a long time that they might as well have never happened.

Hope isn't the right word. Now it's know. Or maybe understand. The word or words themselves are irrelevant; the emotion and feeling behind them is what matters.

Looking to the future now. For once. Still living in the present, but planning ahead; waiting all the while. Funny how fast things can change, revert, then re-revert. Enough to make my head spin.

Spinning in circles? So boring. So many other exciting ways to spin.


Forget everything I said about walking on the stars, about drawing constellations, about starring in a movie together; all of that, just forget it. It isn't fashion, not anything close, but it also isn't important; it isn't part of now. It isn't something that needs to be retraced or retold; we can simply move on to better things.

It's funny how foolish things can seem, in retrospect. How affordable enlightenment can be.

You'll never understand any of this; you never could, you never, ever will. And that makes me so incredibly content. Case closed.


I don't need hope, or reassurance, or proof, or anything like that. I know it all in my heart. And that's really frightening.


But I'm beyond fear, now.