^^^To riff on Dave Barry, that'd make a good name for a rockband. Or a song title.
It is now time for this blog to take a disturbingly emo-ish detour into the Vincent confessional. My mind requires that I write these things down, and dropping them into an anonymous .txt somewhere won't work.
I drove home from my job tonight. Not too unique, but the last time I was behind the wheel was more than a year and a half ago, and on that unfortunate occasion, I looked left when I should've looked left and right, and nearly killed myself and my father turning into traffic. I stepped away from driving for a long time because of that.
On another topic, circumstances are pushing me inexorably towards a collision of another kind. This afternoon I looked into an abyss and saw something I desperately want. I also saw that what I want can devestate me like I've not been hurt before. Like, stake through the heart kinda hurt. I don't know if I'm in the middle of the running start, or if I've actually taken the swandive.
We'll see where I land.
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