seems to be at the top of my bucket list.
Who does that?
Who works to sabotage friendships just to keep from being hurt?
I do, apparently.
I don’t trust anyone.
Not even those I once trusted.
I have lost, or mahaps misplaced, a vital part of myself.
I hear everything yet believe nothing.
I find myself in the same place I’ve always been.
I’m manic, yes, but I’ve been manic before.
This is different.
This time, I’m predominantly, unequivocally alone.
I’ve burned the bridges that led me out of a place I’ve been to many times.
There are no more bridges to burn.
All destroyed.
From here, I am solitary.
Alone.
A reflection that has no image.
A premonition fulfilled.
A frightening, sobering thought.
Though I’ve often wished for it, I don’t truly want to be completely isolated.
I only realized that once it was too late.
Be careful what you wish for.
A Photographer's Heart 