its like this.

its like cleaning out my closet.
making space for new things,
clothes
different blankets
new feathery accessories.

its like a conversation between old lovers
in this lifetime
the last
or the next.

its like riding my bike in the full moonlight
and listening to gritty tunes in the honda toaster.

its like your best friend telling you to shut the fuck up
and being called out on being mopey.

its like free lunch and good company and two hour long cups of coffee.

its like a conversation that probably should have happened two years ago,
and now not being the right time,
and feeling sorry,
and knowing that apologies for truth are, for lack of a better word, stupid.

its like heartbreak happens once a day,
and that's beautiful because it means you are loving something or someone so much your heart could break over it.

its like coming back to an old job, and having it feel new and utterly different,
and its like having a job that lets you howl at the moon with boys on a journey that they won't know about for a few more years.

its like dancing with a pink boa
and making new friends
and acceptance and rejection and movement and healing.

its like getting a job offer in one of your favorite places,
with one of your favorite people.

its like it all works for once
its like all the pieces fit together.

its like finding out how i well i lean on myself and
how i love to love.

yeah. its like that.