i'm feeling so fufilled. more so than i have ever been in my life. and i think that its because i am not so much changing but evolving into this person that i am falling in love with. no inibitions, no regrets. always perspective,  always mindfullness. i take chances with anyone and anything. i greet myself with an open mind. i feel no more self inflicted guilt, and make no aplogies for how red my lips are, or how honest my words are. i am utterly satified with the ebb and flow of life. honestly. i stand out, i fit in. i have talent, i realize how much i have to learn. i realize exactly how much potential i truly have and at the same time, i just found out, i'm really no one.

it's really a beautiful thing.

I keep telling myself that it's a good thing.

It's the kind of frustration that comes when you cant unclasp the hook on the gate because its dark, and cold, and your hands are gauche and consequently incapable of doing the simplest task. and then you realize that this world is bigger than you thought. (Or maybe you realized it but forgot on purpose).

This is where the camera zooms out, and you get smaller and smaller until you are nothing more than a speck on a messy piece of land that floats in negative space.

It's that kind of frustration.

enough. enough. enough.

and that my friends, is where the beauty lies.