Wednesday, August 25, 2010

bad hands.

I feel young, because I feel foolish. Something in uncertainty causes me to feel as if I no longer have a tight grip on the reins. I fluctuate between carpe diem and que sera.

"I dream about what could go wrong."

"Do you live like what could go right?"

It's funny how we can so accurately advise one another, so intimately understand one another and yet, struggle with the application to ourselves.

And I feel the distance between us. In a way I had not yet experienced. And it frightens me to feel so selfish...maybe not selfish per se, but carrying expectations I didn't know I had. Poorly timed expectations.


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