I’m tired.
If I could lay my life, flat and prostrate, for a nap right now, I would do it.
Everything But the Burden…how much is true? What is truth? Why does this shit even matter?
The Art of Longing, for sure.
When you live your life with abandon, you can fall flat and look silly. Great risks, and all. Especially when you’re out of practice with being anything other than abandoned, and the medicine takes too quickly and leaves you dizzy.
In my favorite movie, there’s a line: “you burp and guys thinks it’s adorable- you puke and they stand in line to hold your hair back!” Some of us just don’t get to be cute and wild and free- we’re scary and intense, like an overenthusiastic Great Dane bounding up to a child for a kiss. Intentions utterly misconstrued.
Sometimes being The Only is too hard, and you need to go home for awhile, see the darkness, and know there are secrets only they can decipher. No matter how much they ridicule you, you know you belong to them.
Might be a time for one of those breaks.
