You hope for everything, but really there's nothing

If climate shift is happening anywhere, its inside my head.


Shifting from emotion to emotion is something I've found myself doing more of lately. The waves of change are once again coming through, and the sand castles I have built aren't just left as ruins; they're completely gone. My reaction is different than from years past, however. I can't even decide for myself what I want to feel, its just a smorgasbord of bi-polarity. One second I'm floating in thoughts of the past, and the next I'm trying to look ahead, and deny sympathy for any destruction I might bring/have brought. I can see myself on the other side, match in hand, ready to light up the bridge I just crossed, even though I'm in my swim trunks, fully prepared to swim back across if need be.


I care too much about people.


I don't care enough about people.


See my hand? It is outstretched, waiting for someone to grab it and pull me from the relentless grasp of the undertow.


Musical Recommendation:

"Recursion/I Won't Come Back Alive", by Genghis Tron.