I think living in the Rogue Valley does something to my head. There is something in the air that makes me a little bit more crazy than normal. I walk around and I start to remember what it was like to be someone completely different from who I am now. Sometimes I miss that person, her inability to be held down, her bravery, her tomfoolery and, her sexual prowess. I don’t miss her co-dependency, her need to please other people, her willingness to settle.
I start to feel these things creep back into me when I’m here. If feels good but foreign and I find myself confused. Who am I? Who was I? Who will I become? The people I love in my life now are not the same as when I was here before. They all stand out like pinpoints of light and I wonder if I’m lost or found….
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You're not lost. You're adrift. We're all adrift in Time and space. . . no clear entrance or exit. . . The times of our lives are often compared to a river rushing inexorably to an end, unstoppable, finite, and ending meter by meter. I like to think I've glimpsed Time, and let me tell you, it ain't no river. Time is a sea in a storm, all things intersect, all of us are in it together, and you can be whomever you want. All it takes is a a little attention and a lot of fearlessness. And I've always seen those in you.
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