junecleavage

People come togetheror so it has been assertedbecause they are drawn to the same interests or ideashence, drawing them to one another. This argument is widely believed amongst those of the married or coupled exclusively. It is their Rock of Gibraltarit is their only pretense that they are truly in love. But the sad reality, is that not very many individuals have all that much in common after a month or two has passed, and settling into routine and a fear of the unknown prevents many from ever truly finding exactly what it is they claim to have. Divorces can be had at lightening speed these days and without much cause other then I just dont like him/her anymore. Entire lives can be left behind and forgotten. Lives revolved around the childrearing of their own products commodities of a love that was never fully developed or even true to begin with are just erased with a slight of hand. Too many people wake up one morning with this enormous headache that screams with each pound, What the hell am I doing here? How did this become my life? When did I pass into mid-life? It is my assertion that if more were to break the molds that society has fit them neatly into, to instead follow those small whispers that haunted them in the back of their tiny childhood nightlight filled rooms, they might actually have found that THING it is they have left their lives and wives and children and homes for and be enjoying it instead of scratching their heads in befuddled wonder in an attempt to figure out who the hell they are at the moment it is too late to do much of anything about changing it. Sure, change the scenerychange the last namebut it doesnt change the matter and the fiber and the brain at the depth of it allin order to mold that properly it is the journey that must be taken all alone and long before anyone says I Do anythingI am not without scars or a few signed away lifetimes myself, but it is those train tracks of memory that have kept me moving towards the next ride, and that has been my sole and saving grace. I am not interested in monetary worth or grandiose efforts at being entitled or titled for that matter. I merely set out on a quest and never once looked back in shame or discouragement because of the battles or wounds and wounded. It is the piece of the puzzle you take along with you that matters, not the puzzle itself. And in a world where I fearlessly combated those demons and days it never once occurred to me to stop and settle for that slice that countless others seemed so wrapped up in claiming for their own love. However, in my darkest hour, with many wars littering the backdrop of my history and too many left for dead to nameit was that very thing that crept upon my broken body and saved me. This is my story