Sunday, October 06, 2013

Sanity is uncomfortable

Lying on the cusp of sanity and of reality, leaning toward an endless abyss I retreat to places, things, and people that are familiar to me. For safety. Like my blog, like my dog. Like a child lost, I am thinking wildly and not sure what to do with myself. I typically write here whenever I am furthest from the normal me. I am the furthest I have ever been now. Been playing ping pong with two countries - Israel and the US. Lost as to where to rest my head, but discovering much about myself that has been unfound through the years due to inertia and busy thought. Delusional in a sense but cautious so as not to lose this "person" that everybody is familiar with. Likely to disappear quietly so as not to hassle anybody - including myself, from life. Leaving clues like a trail from a cookie. Feeling fragile as water in a falling glass cup. Moving on, I question every synapse. What am I doing? Where am I going? Who am I hurting? Where do I place myself?

“To die, it's easy. But you have to struggle for life.”
―Art Spiegelman