On, Up, Down, Out

sometimes it feels like chasing the wind.
sometimes it feels like it's on cloud nine.
sometimes it feels like blizzard then fire.
& sometimes it feels like the river...
calm on the outside but ruffled within.

as a new chapter begins when i close the old, i've never felt quite attached to anything because i never quite hold expectations. because i know when i do, i might hold on too tightly and not let go. maybe i need to start moving out of the comfort zone. maybe i need to just grow up. or maybe i just need to trust more and question less. i hate the 'maybe's though. cos it means things might just stay the same. and then i ask 'have i truly moved on?'