Another year another place another alone (again) but not forgotten (again)
Things are opening (progressing [in progress]) moving along and as a man in a (child’s) lifestyle I can feel the shell starting to break, we’re hatching, we’re living, we’re finding what we may have been meant to be.
Sometime in the past I thought maybe I could have been a somebody, and I thought I knew not how to get there but how to find out how. Turns out I’m wrong but I might have been right?
Anyway there’s another way. Bring on the new chapter and if this is a good one let it be long.
In another dimension – What do I do about who I do? She is sweet, like a sticky dessert, and the way she sticks to me is too like a cinnamon roll but I lost my sweet tooth a while back. She is good to me and I try to believe that I am good to her, but a guilty conscience is not the same as a loving heart. Do I love her? I say I do, and if I am lying then I am not the adult that I thought I might have been.
Well, well, well, well, well.
Now there’s time to think.