Jinked

That’s pretty much how I’ve been feeling lately. Moving up and down. Back and forth. Some great things are about to happen. My feet are sliding, but I know things will be all right in the end. I’m optimistic.

I’m dwelling too much on the past. Why? Is it because I miss it in some regards? Possibly so. Maybe I really haven’t changed. Maybe I’m still the same person I was so many years ago. Would my friends couch for that?

Everything is so reflexive. Moving this way and that, I slip in wondering what I have to do to make everything right again. I want to flip my world back around; it’s been upside down for way too long. My hold won’t last forever. I’m floating away. Up, up and away to some place in the sky that shimmers like wet stone. It’s beautiful.

But I shouldn’t be there.