What Are We Made Of?

The month of October has produced fewer blog posts than August and September. I suppose that's a side effect of a healing heart. Bittersweet normalcy is returning and the numbness is being replaced with the realization that I'm still here and still have things to do.

I think I forgot how to fall in love, but I still remember jealousy. My eyes emanate green as I watch men succeed at things I choose to fail at. I was making forward progress. I shouldn't have looked back. I want a new focus. I'm sick to death of these memories of you haunting my sleep.

I want to fall and not break.