I'm dizzy, disoriented, and really shouldn't be doing this at work. I haven't blogged in almost 3 years- and I doubt anyone checks this anymore, so I'm writing in relative anonymity. I'm glad for that, because I feel like my world is falling apart.
Short and sweet- as I do have to work:
- My family is sick
- My niece was injured in a car accident
- My mother is dying
- My cat is dead
All in the space of one week. Everything is hazy, and I am numb.
Except for those moments when I want to scream so loud and so hard that my head will explode.
I'm terrified to ask 'what next?!?', because I fear there will be an answer.
Yeats' 'center' has finally collapsed in on itself, and the rough Beast has made it to Bethlehem to be born.
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