Go on, take one to the heart

Almost feels like a mock-transitionary period, paving the way for something massive awesome.

Pre-fabulousness, it resembles a mid-life crisis, but really, I think it’s a stack-up of emotions; undealt with and carelessly tossed in a pile.

It’s a dark, empty period where darkness takes no shape, only to tease in the form of over-hyped promises getting in over their heads.

It’s no longer distaste for the uncertain & the frail at heart, but rather, ascribing to the belief that life is briefer than we think.

That said, patience has never been a trait I could call my own