|Current mood:|| tired|
I feel like I am teetering around in limbo. Sometimes it is okay and I am content to just be patient because I know that I am going to emerge from this place soon. I think the only reason why I can even have that kind of patience about this is because I used to think that it was simply a hell that I would never escape from, realizing it is only a cocoon of sorts is a great relief. But sometimes I do get antsy and impatient with the waiting because the inner-quickening is so intense. ...I want my life back. I want a life better than before.
The need to burst forth is almost insatiable at times and I sometimes think that whenever I am finally free of these confines, I will fly away so hard and so far and so fast, that I will get too far away from my family and will be unable to make my way back to them again. That thought is both scary and strangely intoxicating.