While, eyeopeners are always lurking around those scary, sharp corners, I never thought such large ones would jump out at me. Maybe it's bad luck... or, whatever. I guess it really doesn't matter what caused it... where I am at now is simply that never-ending Alice in Wonderland-like pothole in the middle of the road-- the test of whether to jump into it and let everything go, or to stand up at the top, contemplatively looking down, deciding to step over the hole and fill it with large medicinal cotton balls or whether to hold my nose and take that leap. I guess my life is a bit crumbly... like a great, soft, moist cookie. Only, it's not so great right now, rather filled with endless quantities of uncertainty and confusion, doubt and heart break. If it were a cookie, I'd break it in half and save the other piece for after dinner. I would take it piece by piece, bite by bite.
The conclusion of this rather pointless post is, I need a time machine... either one that goes back in the future, or one that lets me bite off life like a great cookie.
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