Just let me be broken...

It's a state of mind...

Have you ever felt your destiny unfolding in front of your eyes? Have you experienced the intensity of the hunt, the fixation of attention that only fate can explain? Have you ever told yourself your feelings were excessive, but known that something huge and pivotally important was carrying you along like a riptide? I can fight that current all I want; but I know it will still have its way with me. Or I can try swimming along with it, and grow amazed by my own power, until I pause and realize that I'm not moving but being moved. I'm not in control, not at all, and that's what makes the feeling so exquisitely exciting.

Lay it on the table...

Sometimes getting to the other side seems impossible. I know there's a way. I can actually see the steps in my mind, but it all seems out of reach. I must pause. Relax. Let me muscles rest. I have to remind myself to do what I can in the moment I'm in. 

He doesn't like it when characters fade from his story. So apologies in advance, for having to bear with subplots within subplots. Plan within plan. His life just somehow turned out that way. By chance or willpower? He can never truly decide. He leaves people and places and times behind. And then he encounters new ones. Sometimes he can't see the patterns or connections, but they are there, between one breath and the next. In the ebb and flow of tides. In the rhythm of the dance.