This ambiguity. We are (in) such a mess.
Not quite what I’d wanted or think it to turn out – so free to give, so free to receive, some sort of loosely tangled strings…. and you want it hanging – while i don’t.
You have a point, though. But this irrationality / ‘not mutually exclusive’ entitlement… is a stretch on my limits.
I’ve been selfish – taking away yet giving so little – and here we are, tugging strings like those threading a guitar.
Here is me,
on the run, once more.