Down the Same Road Again
I have a plan, I’ve always had one. But the damn hormones get in the way. And when that little thing happens to me again, that thing over before it has actually begun flashes its silly smile at me as if to mock me, I raise my fist at it and say "I have been through this countless of times before. You are not a unique snowflake. I will survive you." Caveat: Why write about this now? It might be the hormones still.
Lately the Furies have taken up residence in my heart. I am both mad and resigned, hopeful and pessimistic, caught up in an inertia to run and in an inertia to keep still. Damn days like this. Rage. Rapture. Rampage.
