How things are
Things are fine. Alot going on, alot coming in and going out. Little bit out of control, little bit helter skelter. Little bit breaking, little bit healed. That kind of a moment. So what that is like is sort of being blazed from the inside and ice gunned from the outside. So that's the kind of inferno I am trying to get out of now. The thing about that kind of inferno is that it's addictive for a feeling reason. So leaving is also a challenge. It burns and freezes and I am tempted by the moderate warmth of the real world. It's seems so bright and filled with possibility rather than struggle.
The thing about the struggle and having had had a struggle my whole life in some kind of a forest is not really knowing an anything about an anyone even in my own life. So I'm adrift and bereft. Floating on the flotsam of a boat I made to cross the sea away from the forest through a hurricane. But I have made it ashore so I am now needing to find my way to the nearest village.
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