He read...then asked about my confusion, though..I doubt he wants real answers and in the end I felt foolish, as I knew I would. I can see three outcomes, two are fine as they are..either will be as fate decides...but the third..it's just a mixture of the other two..and thats when things get broken.

I am torn between what I feel and think. My head says...you are going to be a fool again and this is going to hurt. My emotions flit between ..many things, unfathomable..pulling away, exploring closer, letting it rest. Half his words speak volumes of possibilty and the other half speak of traps and snares..He pulls back even as he settles closer.

You cannot help but look at the future when it presents you paths to travel. One could be life, one death, another the heavens, another the shadows. I guess I am too analytical in nature...but then, he asked..I was happy to leave untold and unheard mysteries to the pages of my soul

In the end he is right..I know not what I want nor what to expect from life..so perhaps I should just stop thinking about it and live it....and leave the confusion to the crisp parchment of this little book