9/3/17

This mess I'm in

It’s been awhile. I needed a break from chronicling the madness that is my life. August is still here, of course. There’s so much to tell, but I fear I’m not yet in the right mind to tell it. Maybe I won’t 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 can’t see a way out of this mess I’m in. August doesn’t want a way out. Or he’s scared. I don’t know. All I do know is that I’m cold, and getting colder.