title. worth it

name. Olivia Dennis

right now. Third year studying History of Art on a year abroad in Sydney

Every time we talk it takes off another layer of my skin and leaves me rubbed raw and bruised, tender to touch but craving more

 

I’ve learned that distance is never now, it’s yesterdays and tomorrows and maybe next years

 

A cyclical process of running tragically towards what you think you want

Then running right away from it after it strips you once again

 

Skin rubbed raw

Chapped lips and eyes dried out from last night’s wetness

 

Emotional hangovers

 

Blurry misadventures and sunburned skin

Aching to peel off the layers of yesterday’s romantic disintegration

 

The promise of change

The certainty of the calm and quiet

The never ending swirl of the future

Cuticles picked pink

 

Blue skies that you wished were gray

 

Hiding vulnerability in the drunken mistakes of tomorrows and next weeks

 

Skin rubbed raw

Chapped lips and eyes dried out from last night’s emptiness

 

Learning to let go in order to hold on

To turn miles into milestones

Obstacles into memories

 

But most of all that being uncomfortable

In the intensity of right here and now

 

Is always

Always

Always

 

Worth it.