Having the nature of me stripped away, turning the twilight of these feelings toward a kind of slow transformation into something that can only be called other....
Life is filled with betrayal: whether by lovers, society, or god; it is essentially the sound of childhood illusions shattering....
We feel compelled to strengthen our roots and will sacrifice the very things that make us better and more interesting then the rest....
There are no choices. Nothing but a straight line. The illusion comes afterwards, when you ask 'Why me?', and 'What if?', when you look back, see the branches , like a pruned banzai tree....or a forked lightning bolt.....
If you had done something differently, it wouldn't be you. It would be someone else looking back asking a different set of questions....
