Sad Thing

The saddest thing may be, if there is such a thing, when someone is so afraid they can't make it without you that they abandon you just to prove they can when in reality, without fear, being with you is where they belong because it inspires them to do their best.

Insecurity may be the saddest thing.

Even From Here

That is, I have disconnected (until this moment) even from this blog and so many other blogs in the current written gardens (the disconnects are not always my choice as free servers come and go and sometimes, when they go, they take huge pieces of the gardens with them and, alas, not even the wayback machine can find them all), but the one that may have contributed to this latest avoidance (or forgetting or both) where I left off does pop up randomly and haphazardly and sometimes surprisingly scattered throughout other blogs in brief paragraphs of ponderings or sorrows and long moments of mourning and searching through all those links helped me stay disconnected even more. Maybe next time. Lol lam sigh. Narf :)