"Sleight of hand and twist of fate.."
From that very first conversation, one that lasted well over three hours, off and on between
the fickle nature of cell phones and the damn sound of fireworks exploding in the sky
the dice were loaded. All at once my strengths were shattered and my rules and infallible
control came crashing down. Some sort of force I could not nor may never understand forced
it. Someone who could see inside me as though you had know me my whole life
and I could not run from.
I do not know what to do. Scared to run. Scared to stay. Scared to breathe and think and feel.
But it is like a screaming child. The fire alarm that just will not stop ringing. 24/7 competing
for my attention. Kryptonite.
Trying to fight something that I do not understand. But how can you fight something if you do not
know what it is? Or know if you really should. Or even if you want to.
You get every emotion from the whimsical, to the angry tears, to the altruism, to magnetic.
I just know not where this runaway train is headed. I really don't
