Monday, June 18, 2012

You Are A Mystery I Promise I Will Never Try To Solve

We were the letters sent to the wrong address and opened anyway. We opened anyway.

I've been pulling out my pieces one by one. A combination of wobbling, anticipating crumbling, but ultimately finding my new balance. I always hated the game of Jenga, but apparently it's one of those things I keep coming back to. There are always those things, places, or even people that, despite your best intentions, you keep coming back to. The ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it's sent away. 

My throat has been sore for days and regardless of what science and swab procedures might determine, I've always looked at my physical disease coming to be from emotional manifestation. At this point, I've been pondering if my body is telling me I need to spend more time listening, and therefore stifling my ability to speak - or if the fight between my head and my heart has lodged itself in-between until further notice.

The bad news: There is no key to the universe
The good news: It was never locked.