lying dormant.

Chapped lip, a little holiday weight, a few blemishes, pale legs, dirty hair, something written on my hand, waiting, happy. 

This time of year, I really do feel like I'm waiting for it all to start. Spring feels much more like the beginning of something to me, and these first few months I'm lying dormant, just waiting for the warmth to come back.

grief.

I think a lot about grief.

I wasn't sure whether to publish this post, but a few people have encouraged me to, and agree that it's good to be open about grief and death. I find it hard to talk about in person, unless I'm in the right mood/environment, but writing things down always helps.