churn (v).

It all seems to come to a boil at once: the longing and the discomfort, the revelation that a shift is imperative, the recognition of where you stand and where you want to be standing, the measuring of distance required to cross, the ache of all the little shards that have nicked at your soul over the past months, the sudden ache for the storm-waves when all you see is glass waters.

Posted on October 22, 2012 and filed under the word project-.