Often I’m left wandering around. As always, wondering. Disoriented, jangled around. I wonder sometimes if all this change has presented any worthwhile effects. The kids seem to provide that assurance but I feel numb to the changes. I have nothing to claim as my own aside from my children and I could never consider them as such. I feel bestowed the opportunity to guide them, never as an owner.
I just don’t want to feel as if my own existence is such an imposition. Maybe one day it’ll all come together in a way slightly resembling good. As it stands, this is pretty brutal.
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