this is a new world, now.  

i’m not really sure where to begin…  there isn’t really a beginning.  it’s more like, “an end” if you think about it.  as in, where one thing breaks off of another thing that has branched out… or something.

the beginning, as it is when two people part paths…. break away from each other… one going one way and the other going another one way.

so why does this “begin” at the “end”?  because i’ve just parted ways with two dear parts of myself - these parts that had saved my life at some point, but had just become a burden.
so i shed myself from that skin and bloom into this, now.

- DenMother (given to me by someone great)