Riding the waves of uncertainty

I cannot see past the tip of my nose, yet I follow the scent of ancient mating rituals as if something deep inside me believes something’s missing. With my mind speaking otherwise, I am propelled by this unknowable and familiar urge and I remember all the trails once followed that ended…sometimes in suffocation, sometimes in relief, sometimes in heartbreak…all in perfect completion.

Such is life.

I know. Perhaps I am simply  like a tiger chasing my own tail for the pure bliss of it, unaware of the idea of “something missing,” knowing there is no end, no real destination, no happily ever after…

only uncertainty…

and experience .

Love you.

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