9/3/17
This mess I'm in
Itās been awhile. I needed a break from chronicling the madness that is my life. August is still here, of course. Thereās so much to tell, but I fear Iām not yet in the right mind to tell it. Maybe I wonāt ever be. That fits in with the card I drew for us today. I say us because it's become clear that August and I are melding, his energy with mine and mine with his. Inseparable?
But anyway, the Two of Swords, stalemate, an impasse. I canāt see a way out of this mess Iām in. August doesnāt want a way out. Or heās scared. I donāt know. All I do know is that Iām cold, and getting colder.
