Catch a tiger by the toe...

Things are spinning around so fast I can't catch my breath. One second, I am eighteen and alive, drinking in the wonderfully polluted city air. The next I am sixteen again, shyly sitting in a classroom and doodling fans and hoop skirts in my notebook. I am flying forward and back in time, until past choices and future all blend together into confusion and color and high pitched squeals.

This is a chance, an opportunity to change the past and the future all at once, right the wrongs and move on. And here I am, under the same old too-short comforter, cold feet sticking out and sticky tears on my face. The decision is no longer what the right thing to do is, but which right thing is actually the correct choice.

And if I fail? I fall apart some more, if at all possible. So for the time being I fly by the seat of my pants; eeny-meiny-miney-moo-ing my way through life and hoping to some greater unseen force that things just turn out.

I will write happy things again, I promise.