These things called feelings. At some point you begin reflecting. Thinking it over and over and over. Replaying scenarios. Rethinking situations. reviewing reactions.
You question. Rightfully so. You bring yourself to the edge and count seconds before you are ready to jump. But you never jump. You step back.
Life becomes less complicated as you get older. Feelings intensify. You love yourself more. You ask for more. You determine, define, decide.
Somewhat strange that I’d let the small stuff bother me. But I did because it bothered me before and I let it be, graciously.
Let the dead horses decompose. But now they want to race, and win races with me in lanes. Wait a minute. I hold the whip and I even have a vest.
If you never sat on a horse, you don’t know what it means when the ears go down. And you find out a millisecond later when your ass is on the ground.
I think sleep is a wonderful thing. Anger tires me. I get really sleepy really late at night.
I have my new puppy on my chest. His steady breathing is translating into mine. Holding a warm puppy is a huge source of happiness and calm.
I love you. Something is misplaced between us but I love you. We need to walk the path together. Let me come back for you.
