in the dark, comfortable midst of familiarity

there’s light right in front of me.

“now our lives are changing fast. hope that something pure can last”

the song of transition emanates all around me

“we used to wait. we used to waste hours just walking around”

without fail these words bring tears to my eyes.

i can’t help it. we really did used to wait.

all the “wasted hours” at Starbucks.

we used to wait for the times we are about to have.

we used to wait, anticipate what is about to happen to us.

we used to hate where we were and our circumstances.

but now that those times are leaving us, we want it back.

we want the anticipation.

we want our unfavorable circumstances.

we want those things for one very simple reason.

it’s all we have ever known.

those things that kept our minds hostage for so long are now leaving

we are afflicted by a strange version of stockholm syndrome.

everything we wished we could change for so long finally changes

and all we want is everything to stay the same.

it’s just a twisted form of nostalgia.

we want the familiarity.

but we need to let go.

we have to let go.

like a plant growing beside a wall,

when the wall is knocked down,

the plant is forced to the ground,

but the wall is the only thing missing.

all the other conditions remain and we’ll keep growing.

we’ll keeping growing in all directions

because that well known wall is broken.

it kept us safe and gave us support,

but it limited us.

and i’ve got one life that i refuse to limit.