Pain and love: two subjects never far from my mind. Maybe they are the only things on my mind. They consume everything I am: the love I can’t find and the pain that seems to permeate my life. I often find myself wondering if the universe just wants to know how much I can take…and then I realize I haven’t really taken that much in the grand scheme of things. I also should ask questions I don’t want the answers to because the universe has a nasty habit of doing just that.
I don’t know what I want to say. It’s probably why I keep writing in circles without every actually finishing anything. I hurt like I was ripped away from everything that ever was or will be important to me, but I also have to consider the fact that I have a flair for the dramatic. I go in circles with therapy too. And if you leave me alone with a pen and paper in a small quiet room I start drawing them…little spirals that go on and on for ever with no end. Happiness is a choice and life is….something something. Can’t seem to get the hang of it. But…gold star for me for not throwing in the towel and trying to cross the veil in an attempt to find this home I swear exists that I’ve never known.
I know how blessed I am. I am thankful for all I have. I guess I’ll just keep writing until I write my way out of this spiral I’ve been caught in all this time. Writers have that kind of magic.