You're never free of it all are you? The tangles waft and flow like smoke.
Do I load up a car full of my most precious and go somewhere else? Do I stay and fight?
Where to go? what to believe in? Why to go?
I still haven't filed a single paper on the big divorce. Besides the passion, I have everything I'd ever wanted from a relationship. What am I doing? Does anyone have the passion - the little wells in their tummy after eight years?
Rugrats make it happen again - you get those, and many things are prolonged - many problems go moot.
Without them, you're left with habit and trust and comfort. Or am I wrong? Is there someone out there who I've done all of this for? Am I doing this for myself? If so, why?
Don't get me wrong/right, I'm not in a panic mode - just in a thoughtful bewilderment mode. There always seem to be tendrils that I grasp for and then they go past my hands like a baby chasing a butterfly. This is all meant to be they say - everything we do, we do it to ourselves they so. It all happens for a reason.
Change is chaos. Wasn't chaos a god of something? I always liked necessity and her brood. During my manic panic (the most recent real one - as opposed to the one day one in february), I was quite insistent on remembering the three fates' names: clotho, lacheses, and atropos.