August 18, 2010

Careening Into Insanity

Where does one belong? And to whom? And with whom? Apart from one 32-year-old 6-foot certainty, everything seems to be mad whirlwind. Whose pathetic idea was it to grow up?

Each new revealed expectation is like a three or four or six of spades added to a teetering, fragile house of cards. Spades ought to be for graves, not houses!

So much time in such a little space! I’m tackling life as a filigree piece, not as a checklist. Dear world, please just let me be that way!

4 comments:

richtofen said...

You hang in there. Camus is on his way, after he is done with me.

Richtofen

Rash said...

It usually becomes a checklist but if you try very hard perhaps it won't be. Hugs. Just very happy there's a post once again

Rash

Tara said...

Permission to quote you, please?

"Where does one belong? And to whom? And with whom? Apart from one 32-year-old 6-foot certainty, everything seems to be mad whirlwind. Whose pathetic idea was it to grow up?"

E.X.A.C.T.L.Y.

Anonymous said...

I love your philosophy.
Stick to your guns... they'll get the idea soon enough and they'll go away.

You're back and I'm happy.