Right Now.

Hope springs eternal. Or so it's said.

This is so bizarre, this sensation. Wholly surreal and unexpected. Yet quite welcomed, all the same.


Alpha.
Omega.
Beginning and the end.

We met somewhere in the between, though I'm not quite sure where. Maybe one part be and one part we.


I don't know how to deal with being optimistic. It's such a foreign concept to me. I don't dislike it, it'll just take some getting used to, I suppose.


Forty days? I wish that were long enough. But I don't think any amount of time is gonna keep this from being messy.



Life as an hourglass, grains of sand pressing against one another, jostled about and then flipped again.




What a way to begin.
This is
such a way
to
begin.


A means to an end, and a fresh start, all in one minute's time. And I think I like this fresh start.


You are such a way to begin.

Fresh start.
Fresh.
Start.
Start fresh.