He decided that everything is falling into place perfectly.
And that he won't be too picky,
about what he means by place.
Or perfectly.
I was stressed and scared and I had to hurry to be someone, become something, do something. I was running and talking and cursed myself when I wasted my time on things that wouldn't get me anywhere. It was work and it the pressure of becoming and I was never where I was, always somewhere else in my head far, far away. I think the only answer is to trust the universe more. I remember a time when our connection was undeniable. Lately I've been out of step. Its eye is always watching, cradling me in its gaze. I must not fear and then I can be comfortable and at home in any scenario. Only I must remain.
