daydream believer.

but never the homecoming queen. 

my room smells like gasoline. 

those two things were not meant to rhyme. 

on the first day of the lab mark and i were told to chat and then introduce each other to our classmates. since mark and i already new each other we decided we’d forgo the usual who what where when whys and hows of it all just chat about random stuff. i told him about a dream i’d had the night before. i had dreamt that everything i’d known and loved about edmonton was changing. i don’t remember specific details about the dream except that cafe mosaics no longer existed…

well, it’s coming true. edmonton is changing and everything i love about it, the people, the memories, all feel a little different. not bad different but different enough that i feel like the changes i am about to make are the right ones. i’m taking a step back, creating a reality somewhere else. 

i am seeing things i’ve built crash around me, friendships crumble, new ones be built in their place and i feel like the world is opening itself to me in a way i’d not allowed before…now. in the harsh light of heartbreak all things seem possible. the silver lining. that illusive and cliched silver lining is excited and maybe for me, tonight, it’s made of gold. 

“there is nothing the road cannot heal”