winter, summer; spring, fall

he says, we're somewhere in between seasons, over the phone, his voice sounds so close, i havent heard it in so long and my mind spins off and i am three months ago and i could slip back into this too easily, i think, and it scares me so much it straightens me out. i look at the bed ive slept in for six months alone and i hear that catch in his voice, that confusion, that bluntness, and it all floods back, how badly ive been hurt, how many times i wanted him to call and he didnt and this one call wont make everything right, nothing will ever be the same as it was, so yes, we are stuck somewhere between seasons, and i am torn between listening to my head and feeling immensely with my heart.

but now i want to see him, i want to talk face to face, i want to be able to change his mind, just one more time. just once. c'mon, wouldnt that be fun?

o says be careful, d says, cuidado, and n just looks at me like his own heart felt just a tiny bit of the break mine felt, and so, in any language, in my own recent knowledge, i know better this time. i shut my computer and i walk away. time to go drink chicha in the park, relish in the sun with my friends, c'mon afton says, its a nice day, and take advantage, of this, this wild wild life.

adam says, live your life as if your waging war with death, or something like that, and it makes me glow. i have fought my way out of this cold winter, clawed at the walls i put up around me, that are there now for protection but not from isolation, i have pulled myself out of that dark place, ive learned to swim again.