things seem to have seasons just like the changing leaves and the brown grass that at one point was alive. doubt has its way of fluttering in my head so softly and all at once taking over all the hope for something good to come. wanting so many things to happen. i want to go and do, and hating to admitt that fear is what is holding this heart back to reside in a different state without transportation or luxury. wanting to ask a question, then getting stuck on, should i really have to ask? wanting to put an idea a chance... but ideas are just ideas until they are put into reality and im not knowing if this mouth of mine should open to utter these feelings and words and possibilities. these reading glasses mixing with movement makes me nausous and this haircut wasnt meant to be trendy. conversation is the major appeal and i am waiting... waiting until tomorrow.