For my generation, we’ve been under spell that you must stay unconsciousness if you wish to have intimate relationship.
I walk between then and now – into a new paradigm becoming.
My children will not fall into the sway as was attempted to be programmed into me.
Marrying whom I did, combined with my efforts to not pass forward the bullshit, will go a long way for them toward this freedom to choose their own life paths.
But, where does this leave me?
Perched in a tree, watching the world go by and cameo contributing when necessary.
I must get it into my head that I am an anomaly.
I must realize there is likely no one here for me.
I am the first of my kind, maybe – or maybe I initially was not supposed to be here, seeing.
My breaking the trap carefully crafted has me triapsing through unknown territories.
