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