May 29, 2014
I am dreading this. I am dreading her return. I know she will not come here, yet this is what I am afraid of. I am afraid to sell this place. I am afraid to stay here. So much of what I do is governed by fear. So much of what I do not do is governed by fear. I look for the road of lesser fear when things are this way. This is the cycle of fear though. There are many cycles, all moving, cycles within cycles. Cycles moving across cycles, interrupting cycles. It is not a unicycle, or even a bicycle. It is some fantastic machine of cogs and chains moving, dripping oil, shifting uncontrollably across a track which has an abrupt end.