Party to paranoia. Dance floor to dungeon.
You’re supposed to go from war-ready to womb-raw — in any unmentionable space of time.
And that’s okay.
Everybody needs a little time away.
Sometimes, a time-out from yourself and the treadmill you tremble with (to consider things from another point of view), is main-meal mandatory.
It’s no simple sail though.
si vis pacem para bellum
If you want peace, be prepared to go to war — with your womb-warm worries if nothing else.
This is not an unforgivable setback, or traitor-to-yourself trip.
It’s called Human.
You won’t find many to openly agree, but heart-stitched hearts are actually all the rage.
And if you’re really lucky, coming back around might allow for the magic of meeting yourself.
Any port in a storm.
Off the cuff.
Off the beaten track.
© Dylan Balkind