Two-Stepping …

It is my own cadence to which I march forward. My own timeless and seemingly endless potion of thoughts that are neither here nor there, they just are. Wicked, wicked notions and ideas that oft border on such thoughts as “oh my goodness what the hell was I thinking?” {insert salacious shiver here}

The imbalance and imperfections of me, myself and I, is difficult to navigate due to the tumultuous and stormy waters that churn, swirl and wreak havoc. Continually. Consistently. Non-stop. Evermore.

There is no surrender for that would mean I have been defeated. And I refuse to accept defeat. Of course, there is such a thing known as “re-grouping”, and I do believe in that. And I have been known to “re-group” a time or two. Sideways is a nice position. Different. Not quite as uncomfortable as I originally thought, however, but what do I know?

There is that desire which has copulated with torment and produces a bittersweet and melancholy song. The dance steps are curiously absent and it is more a cheek-to-cheek and hang on tightly, than it is anything else. Moving. Swaying. Shuffling.

No two-step, that.

Obscurity is a welcomed friend and allows me a piquant of anonymity. It is there that I thrive and become emboldened; content for a time, to nestle on the precipice of a discovery that inspires and overwhelms. The nature of the serendipity is not lost on me. Not then. Not now. It is tucked away for future reference and insights.

Such … an elaborate labyrinth of disciplined chaos … And I reign over it all.