It’s not what I expect to hear myself say on a normal day. It’s not what I’d say on any day, to be more precise.
I’ve always been a rule-driven person. Why? I’m not so sure. It’s not so much a nurturing principle as it is a natural instinct. Order comforts me, soothes me and covers me like a warm blanket on a cold, winter’s night. (It’s nearly summer now but that’s besides the point).
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“There’s no hope.”
Sam stared bleakly at Meg as he uttered these words.
“Really? He said that? Wow, talk about a bedside manner.”
“Meg, don’t joke. I can’t. . .lose you. Not now.”
“And you won’t. We’ll show him. You and I.
Expectations anchor me;
Disappointments drag my soul
Through the eviscerating routine.
Life stands upon my neck
Twirling a lasso,
biding its time,
Like a sadistic, fanged hunter!
And I know this:
It’s only going to get worse
Before it gets better.