While I've been doing fun things with the guys at DublinTown, my last post at poor, neglected TWG was January 1st. If you read it you will have seen 'the great revelation' that was indeed great in theory and I won't tell you that it wasn't marvelous in practice for about three weeks, before my epic descent into total and utter failure.
One cannot dwell however; One can only try harder. Life is all about fucking up, otherwise how would we enjoy eventually getting it right(or fucking it up in the first place). It's never all bad. Sometimes there's a pearl to be found among the broken shells.
A beautiful person who re-entered my life recently is leaving again, most likely for good. I know they will carry on living and this is all that matters. Still, the sudden realisation that I won't see this person any more and wont glow like a fucking star in their luminous calmness, makes me want to be a better person.
Whatever the cost or sacrifice, I need to shed this cocoon in order to become ~*the butterfly*~
