Carelessly you fall into the crevices that you built walls around.
Carelessly you slip into looped REM sleep and never want to wake.
Carelessly you find less reasonings and go with spontaneity.
Carelessly you catch yourself being more than yourself and being totally okay with that.
To expect or to want is to set yourself up for the great tragedy. Anticipation makes great company, but nightfall creeps by painfully fast and at the same time, painfully slow. The only insurance you have is the safety net that will cushion the unexpected curveballs, the numbing times and the in between’s.
But with all the padded fears and armory, how do you inch forward? How do you make good on hopes of stability and consistent contentment–albeit the possible landslide? How do you move from a pleasant spot under the shade to the other side?
For the first time in a long time, things are going swimmingly well–in many aspects. Now that’s where the anxiety attacks lurk and where insecurities wake. The cue for the rumble would be the incompatibility of change beyond compromise. What else can mules do?