There are some things I'll never understand. They come back to me every once in a while and I feel like crying over them again, over the perplexion. Everything's still the same, though, the bond, the connection. We are tangent to each other, most of ourselves gone in separate directions with one piece unable to let go, thus linking us forever. At least until one of us is gone. But maybe it'll continue on after that, too, because who knows how long souls really last?

Life goes on and we have our fun and our misfortune. We pretend some of it doesn't exist. We pretend some it is more than it ever has been or will be. It's a distraction, and I understand. Take what is easy and simple because that's comprehensible. Put off what runs deeper, what takes work, what you can't let go of despite how hard you try because it's not as easy to understand and it's scary because it's real.

I don't have time for this, so I take what I can get. I take what I am left with and the gypsy knows. He's right, he will wander until he accepts a place. But he saw that recently and didn't know how to live with it, so he ran away while staying stationary. So we play the mind game with each other, the look game, soul game. Others look in and don't understand, or they only understand that they'll never be there with us. That's when I remember again and that's when I start to lament because that's the only thing I don't understand. I felt the same way, scared shitless and out of this world. But I was willing to give it a try.