Life on life's terms. Never been good at it. It's work.
As if everyone else on the planet received the manual; "Living life on life's terms without screwing yourself into the floor up to your neck."
In your family of origin, there was never a lot of middle ground. Black. White. Up, down. There was no grey, no yellow stripe. Either in the middle of the highway doing 85 or on the side of the road, watching the rest of it pass.
You know reality is sharp edged. That's why every time you drank, you did it until things 'rounded out'. But you couldn't keep it round.
You truly think if given enough time, you could fuck up an anvil. Left to your own devices.
But therein lies the truth. You're not alone in this, not anymore.
As much ass as it sucks, asking for help, you do it anyway.
You become acquainted with the term "our", instead of "your".
You try to use it, to feel a part of-instead of so isolated.
You know the steps to the dance.
And you try to stay in the light.
The dark is there...always has been. But until Sally Struthers starts to campaign for the eradication of "Underground Cat Juggling," you will look the other way.
(Cat juggling is a dark, underside of our sub-culture and should never be attempted. No one needs to see that.)
*Young men in Wisconsin are excluded from this statement. Do whatever you have to. The nights are long and the days are cold. Juggle, if you must.
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