i think i like outdated expressions. probably because i read so much so i actually know that they exist.
when was the last time you heard someone say “on the verge” of anything?
outdated or not, it’s exactly how i feel right now.
though i can’t say exactly what it is that i’m on the verge of.
it’s not tears. yet.
temporary endings and brand-new beginnings.
decisions. always decisions. i hate them.
adventures of a scope i don’t think i comprehend yet.
running out of time.
running away from endless to-do lists.
running just because.
not panic, but there’s still time for that.
and then comes italy. and there i will literally live on the edge because orvieto is on a plateau. and i will encounter a whole new set of verges.
the verge is scary. but it’s also the place where life becomes beautiful in its intensity. every moment counts when you know they’re limited.
i think i’ll go take a nap now.