The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

Knowing I will run away again but not knowing where makes my hands shake a little. I waited 6 months for a change that I felt was building--like my world was on knifepoint and it was going to tip off, one way or another. It hasn't tipped yet. I'm waiting, waiting, waiting. I am anticipating fear or change or chaos and maybe nothing is coming. maybe the only thing that haunts me is my own prophecy which will never be fufilled and just clings to my coat tails like an angry reminder.

for now I will shut it away in a glass jar, put it on my top shelf and let it gather dust. no more fear no more waiting no more no more no more.