Still In This World

Conflicted: laughter and tears.
Conflicted: relaxation and tension.
Conflicted: who I am becoming and who I still have yet to leave behind.

In the past semester, something has changed. I'm simultaneously losing and finding my identity. For the first time, I feel the spark of a connection with my community. I wonder; I am the only one?

It's not re-invention. It's rediscovery. I was always this way, but I had to tease it out. Something, or rather, someone had to tease it out. God. Friends. Family.

I'm in for some real relaxation. Enough tension.

Peace.