like skipping blithely through an emotional minefield blindfolded, hands tied, naked, at night. Minus the explosions, that almost sounds like a fun time.
Event management, coincidences, fate, strings of incidental chaos wrapping into spiral currents of strings and folding into the center of ourselves, willingly looking at the pain and living in the moment of confusion. Ready to jump, willing to fall, spinning to lose our balance, to get up to do it again, to run more later, to crash sooner, to get up and do it again with someone new.
Event management, coincidences, fate, strings of incidental chaos wrapping into spiral currents of strings and folding into the center of ourselves, willingly looking at the pain and living in the moment of confusion. Ready to jump, willing to fall, spinning to lose our balance, to get up to do it again, to run more later, to crash sooner, to get up and do it again with someone new.
and that eye utterly freaks my tiny spider mind. meep.
mmmm, i like your take on the lineage. sometimes i wish for such. and