Walking home last night, the bruise on my left heal got especially swollen. It's been there for a week or so, but I ignored it thinking it would go away. My stride became a limp, and I now I'm working on putting as little pressure on my foot as possible because God forbid that I'll be unable to walk during graduation (which is in 3 days).
I can't help but smile a little, because I love poetic shit like this. My physical inability to move forward is forcing me to internalize the necessity of letting go.
Don't know how long this will last, but I know I'm going to be ok.
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."