A Lesson In Prudence

Once again, these lessons come at the most inoppourtune moments in life. When every responsibility and propriety are shelved among dusty volumes containing lessons from previous encounters of this kind. I've seen this phenomena a few times 'fore.

--Without a red flag going up in time, I'm lost in the midst without a roadmap back to safety.

I'm in a complete rage of folly. Reduced to staying up all night pondering the evidence that I'm exactly 99.9% sure these feelings are a broken record, a familiar groove that feels good -- but the record-needle stings and leaves scars. This I know. However, that 0.1% is a thief that robs my brain of thought, taking everything it has and replacing itself with doubt, fear, and unbridled curiosity -- the exact kind that kills.

It's a shame that sometimes we're forced to choose between the inconsistent but passionate muse, or the permanence of idyllic domesticity.