So much agony for decisions to be made that go against everything I have worked for, going against every fibre in my body. I’ve taken a long hard look at my life to date – the patterns that can only be described as predictable, the behaviours so full of despair and desperation. Almost everything I’ve ever done, ever started on, to its abrupt ending – the escape, the fleeing.
Are you done running?
They call me a transient, but I see myself a stray dog. I’d go anywhere, if people were willing to take me in. I’d lay down my values, for the promise of a warm rug and a bone. It doesn’t take much to buy my love, if love was something I could understand.
Sometimes it all seems so simple, and yet when things are so emotionally loaded, it really isn’t quite so simple. Not everyone sees, not everyone understands. Perhaps it’s not reasonable to expect people to be. But then, when facing a great gaping chasm, it’s hard not to want the warmth of another human being beside you. It’s the loneliest thing in the world, and so awfully cold.