new beginnings.

and like a fool, i truly believed it would all just fall into place. blindly I marched into the next chapter hoping for the best... but really, what was I expecting? I couldn't tell you. Some understanding, some room.. to do some for me. So deprived of creativity and fresh air to breathe in and breathe out. I just want a little spot for my own air to breathe. I've got it coming, a corner in the big palace of a home that will soon be ours. And there is a part of me hoping that it will change things. So naive. What doesn't take work, doesn't mean much. I know this somewhere amongst all the things I don't have time for. Somewhere in my head there is logic, understanding, hope. Stolen moments that I'll hold onto with both hands, white knuckles. It's just a jumble of thoughts and memories, and I can't really tell you what it means anymore. I suppose I can't really say a whole lot, but I'm excited and I'm nervous and I'm really, truly, honestly hoping for good things coming. We've earned it.