As hard as I try, I will never escape it. I play games with myself believing that in the end, despite the outcome, I will prevail. It’s because I cling to the idea that I’m in control, even when I’m knowingly clinging to an illusion. It’s comforting. Yes, denial is a comfort. But who’s to say it’s not true anyway? It gets me where I need to be. Even when it’s for a split second, I’m there. I get a place to rest my worries and take care of myself. To shut the world out and spin inside of my own creation, I am centered. And as the ride is set too fast and I lose my balance, I’m the one who says when it’s time to get up and begin......... again.
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