I thought I was going to die, Christmas Eve. I realized what scared me most out of all the different ways it was scary, was the fear of losing control. I realized it’s time that is the line that keeps us thinking there’s a beginning, middle and end, but it’s the continuity tying together strings of perpetual moments.
It’s so easy to leave what’s real. It’s so easy to come back to what’s reality. Sometimes you insist reality, sometimes reality insists. Sometimes things are not what they appear. Sometimes they are exactly as they appear.
My mind is my life. It’s where I live. Some people expect to find a person but discover a mind. It’s a computing thing. But you can still make accommodations. Makes me think people are projections. Or maybe I am. Either way, hard to get to know, hard to occupy the same space.
I don’t always know what’s going on with me but I do what I do. And like everyone else, I’m surviving.
Just do your best.