Sometimes we connect and there will be other times when it just won't click. Even if you want it, try for it, dream it, sometimes 'it was it is' and the outcome was never part of the original equation.
I wonder about 'everything happens for a reason' because it's very hard to wrap my head around that notion when terrible things occur.
I think about my own self, the people that have come and gone, the tenuous relationships that falter before they ever began and I wonder what I'll take from each encounter; wondering if I'll ever know and fairly certain that I don't have the energy, (or inclination), to find out.
I'm weary and kinetic. Prickly and thin-skinned, comfortable in my solitude. I'm clearing space in every aspect of life like a whirling dervish, my anticipation palpable.
I am the glow of ordinary things shining from a bell jar, certain in my uncertainty.
