Hi-ho and hello.
Like Sophocles I try to come with the riddles that flummox my spirits. This said, sorry for the incoherent riddling that I find myself transfixed by. Life is a cumbersome and confusing pulse that seems to pump and flow when it needs…or wants.
I say this because I am tired. I am tired of the entrapment of conversation that was initially intended to immediately confuse. Or I find myself stupified with the questioning of what is known.
And I wonder does she feel trapped. And then she makes comments about being complacent, comments like: “we’ve been together for this long”or “we’re already here”.
I don’t think she wants it, I think, to be honest, that there’s the knowledge and knowing of affordability or lack there of that makes it where there’s no way and I’m sorry for her because I want her to be happy and I don’t think I bring her the joy she imagined would be there at all.
I find myself just wanting to bring a happiness to her that doesn’t involve the above mentioned situations. I’d like for there to be a transcending of the anguish that is rectified some way to a resolve that has us better than a complacency of what this is.
But there I digress because I know in doing this it’s a taking of action on both parts. I’m going to go to therapy. I’m going to continue taking care of myself. And there’s really not much else I can do other than what I’ve been trying to do. I feel that getting the puppy was a good idea that solidified a truth I don’t want to address. So maybe it was a bad idea I don’t know but I adore the puppy and I adore seeing the smile that she has with the puppy. I don’t know I have some figuring out to do I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your support, I thank you for coming to the page again and again. Thank you for being awesome and being you.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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