on the count of three

we are all scared of it: The unknown.
rightly so, because it has the power to uproot--to heave us in an opposite direction while simultaneously preparing us a path.
some of us seek it.
as if to have climbed to the cliff's top and then blindly jumped
diving into the abyss that is this. 
adrenaline whore or just your desperate attempt to have the wind knocked out of you.
Self inflicted, that is.


we are all intimidated by it:  Change.
possibly because, as creatures of habit, it is unnerving.
slightly unpleasant.
simplicity begs for you to stay, do away with new goals and attempts of making an identity.
satisfaction tempts you to "find the best" of your mundane depression.
then imagination pleads with you to reconsider.
what if the ice cold water feet below your feet is the shock of safety. 

From January on the 8th

i guess this is goodbye to something we both thought was worth it.
Something that we claimed at dawn & spoke in frozen words.
Fighting against words that tear our ideas down.
All we wanted was each other.
Silence displayed through distance makes my stomach turn.
Steps quicken & tears roll.
it's coming to an end.
over.
This was what we decided on & silent heart break is easier, at least i hope.
i hold my breath & wish that your thoughts would stay just that.
Fear that if they turn into letters and words that i'm wrong again.
Assumptions are safe.
Passes and avoidance because this is goodbye to something we both thought was worth it.