The rock wants to cry and wakes up so disappointed. It is so odd how these other sitches impact me and my feelings.
Last night, yours nearly killed me...I mean it is so exquisitely painful to watch these slow births and know that there has to be so much lost in the interim. AND, to know that we Hs and Ws just miss each other (I mean like when a child is lost and you tell them to stay still so you don't keep missing them)...
This pursuit of seeking objectivity and watching from the sidelines while we simultaneously play our parts, well it makes me wish I was just a regular person who just does what they do...this hurts.
Maybe I'll try to go out of town. I don't know how to stop the yoyo in my game plan.
