lost in transition

there was so much of moving within europe, and flying back home in that huge metal thing made my body react disgustingly violently and i'm still reeling from the effects. i confess i did not dare think of moving into 2014, like i could suspend myself forever in that strange warp of a distended 31 december/1 january in the peculiar flying machination. i still have not found proper footing onto this soil yet, as if cautious it might just cave in. and it's not like 2014 has greeted me kindly: the violent rebellions of the body has turned out to be a nasty case of the pox, and i am very fearful of semester 2. semester 2 looks so far to be lonely and challenging and weary and i'm afraid i have been too comfortable with the knownness of physical inhibitions and tangible fears to be far wrung into the greys again.