growth

i have learned more about myself in the past two months than i did in the past 2 years. truth. and i have grown more in the past two months than in the past 2 years. growth happens when the fire burns hot and burns down what you thought was your existence, ripping away at patterns and thoughts and ideas and all those tears shed grow something new in its place. perhaps we are all seasons waiting for the devastation, the drought and the rains so we can keep growing into who we wanted to be once, long ago, when we thought we were fully formed.

and silver fish squirm out of open mouths feeding the air with words swirling in the tide pools grasping for the open water wave.