wow I REALLY hate awkwardness.

Loaded words weigh down phrases.

CAUSE IM NOT SICK OF INDIRECTNESS.

you know,

its like sometimes we reach a critical point in the journey where we have the option to fix ourselves up and decide if this route was the wrong one. Decide if we should count the losses and return home, return to our safety net, our comfort zone where none but the most foul can hurt us.

its like wearing a blindfold whilst walking across an unstable bridge, doing a high ropes course. Where we find ourselves deprived of our most useful sense, the ability to see forward and peek into the fog that surrounds this most sought after object.

it never really ends for me.
i swear i've passed this marker before.
amongst the chaos, life is a circle - its predictable.
who will predict our end? - no. who can determine our end?
of course, only we can.