pinching the tips of my fingers one by one
so scared to start writing on the first page
they say first impressions are the most important.
There’s no formula for starting besides the word itself: start.
Now is one of the most beautiful experiences: beginning.
The fall, the rush waiting at any moment
All you have to do
that’s always the hardest part
knowing every journey is laced with pain and heartbreak
almost makes you believe it’s best to live in an in-between state
shivering at the thought of change
floating in an endless space
not completely happy
but not completely hurting
numbing in the blurred lines of complacency
because if it isn’t pain
if it isn’t happiness
and I refuse to live in the land of nothing
this is my beginning
one of many introductions to an ever-changing story
I would rather be an impressionist than have a blank canvas
I would rather live in infamy
than never live at all.