It’s been an interesting weekend. Not a lot of sleep, nights that blend together, long conversations and endless hours of thought. I’ve been absent, saving my writing for myself and leaving these feelings to the ocean. There are changes coming, the sweeping sort of transformation that comes at the end of a season. Time is slowing down but this world keeps speeding up; I’m laying dreams down to rest but unearthing something new. It hurts but it helps. 

Nobody ever tells you that in the act of following your heart, you’re sometimes required to leave precious parts of it behind.