Waiting to fly.

Tumblr It’s only 9 am and I’ve come close to crying more times than I can count. This stress reminds me of heartbreak simply because it’s making me want to crack under the pressure of something huge; something I feel I can’t get through. It’s only a day though. A moment, really. And moments pass….

That old feeling…

  It’s happening… And yet… Could it?   She giggles. Bites her lip and smiles at herself in the mirror. Checks her hair. Again.   Such a weird mix of feelings. Suddenly strange. Suddenly shy. Suddenly good. Suddenly self conscious. Suddenly happy. Suddenly unsure. Suddenly even a little scared.   The drive is long, the…