it’s an interesting thing, to be on the verge of change and feel like your home is a collapsing star.
everything closing in on itself,
irreparable and ugly to look at.
but it is the obvious next step.
only after the wreckage,
when the tears and the transition passes,
does one begin to see the beauty of it all.
in a lot of ways, we are all collapsing in.
we are the wreckage behind the one another,
and we are left to pick up the pieces of pasts abandoned.
there is something comforting
in knowing that i am not alone
in playing both builder and cleanup crew.
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