razorshimmy

I miscalculated in some way. I've offended the person I love the most, I fear, above all others.
But then, I've been known to overreact. I'll live, one way or the other, things will turn out in some way that will allow me to live, and them to live, and me to fulfill the purpose i've endowed my life with.
Passion is so terribly tricky. When does it become obsession? When does the thing that animates us become the thing that detroys us? When do we go from being kind to creepy? From interesting to bizarre.
Everything that I observe makes up my world. And everything in that world is connected to the world outside of me, and those things to everything else, to the point where my mind quavers at the idea of trying to contain it all. I'm worried now, but can find a sort of stillness in the way that things are determined, with or without me, to play out.