Tuesday, May 5, 2015

the white rabbit

Things are never as they seem.

The life I'd worked so hard to sustain for the last eleven years is crumbling. Not gently either. It's more of a tumultuous, rocking, cracking type of crumbling... where you never know where exactly to step for fear of falling into a crevice.

In the process of getting my thoughts onto the screen during this time, there may be posts riddled with curses, whining, bitching, or self loathing. I may also get a bit self deprecating... that's just part of this process, I suppose.