oh it's good. 
it's good that i can see his face in photographs with other beautiful people and feel only the slightest pang of sadness that quickly gets overwhelmed by gladness. 
it is good that i can cry and laugh at the same time. 
it's good that even with all the little shadows and confusing moments i still know that beneath your ribcage there is a cord that runs directly to just beneath my ribcage, even after all these years. my oldest friend. 
it is good that these days come up and bubble over like they do. that decisions are made as soon as you wake up because you know that today it is just all a mess and that is okay. 
it is good.
it is good that things ache - it is good to hear that communication and try to know it even if you don't understand most of the time.
it's good to feel time's malleability in each moment. 

it's good to feel other's successes as a boot in the gut but to know that the gutboot is just a reminder of how unique you are, how sensitive you are, and how free you can be from comparison.
it's good to feel creative and free without expectation.

it is always a good time to begin.