How do you explain it?

Why do people feel compelled to stare at the sky? Why are we intrigued by trains, ands whistles in the night? Why are we so similar?

Morning, trying to find a new routine. Trying to end the book. I feel it so deeply now. Strange how much, actually. I feel like the people I wrote about are real. It is a strange thing to try to hear tne end of the song, to know how to fade it out, or end on what kind of note. I panic sometimes, not knowing. But then i say, rlk, be quiet. Just listen.

Changes

In winter, I was sort of lost.  Spring comes so swiftly.  Things change. 
I met somebody special and life is different.  The priorities shift.  But I have to figure out a way to balance the parts of my life I most like with being deeply involved with somebody.  I will figure it out.  It's my current challenge.