on the lines of my first entry

from time to time, it seems, my generation is faced with the possibility of happiness.

when it comes to a time in our lives, we're faced with a dilemma. after the choppy waves of our teenage years, our particularly painful teenage years, we find that there is the option of freaking out. grasping for the drama. searching for more of our former postured, overwrought selves
or, it seems, we can age to adulthood with grace.


the other night, we sat in a parking lot, you and i, in the seats of our non-working car, while our rescuers arrived. we share a simple, earnest conversation. somehow, this is the happiest memory of recent dates

last night, we met a new friend and grocery shopped together. it was simple. it was... nice

life is still odd , it seems, but no longer so... strenuous.
life is still beautiful, but not so end-all.

here, again, let's toast:

to growing into subtlety,
from the roots of our rebellion and mischief
into something bigger.
something...
graceful.


goodnight