Panic, sort of.
Posted by Scatterfingers , Monday, June 06, 2005 6/06/2005 03:24:00 PM
You see, I've screwed something up royally without ever actually meaning to do it - of course, I never mean to screw things up. But here I am again with that scent of panic rising in the back of my head, trying to tell myself that everything will be fine. Everything is going to work out. This is a speedbump, nothing more. Oh God, I hope it is (and I'm praying out loud now).
Let me ask: are things that precarious? Are they balanced on a knife's edge ready to fall either way should someone so push them? I always wanted to think not. But apparently, they are.
I apologize for not thinking. I'm not sure what else I can do: the words are just that: words, lies, fakery, sophism. They weren't an arrow aimed so much as shot into the sky.
sometimes when we shoot an arrow at random, it hits the mark we never intended... ourselves!
if that cruel arrow had no purpose, then why?