“Balance? It’s overrated.” –Adam Ezra
It used to be that I could rely on at least a few things strong, bitter coffee with scavenged creamer at least one gut busting laugh at adolescent antics shared understanding without the need for words I try to recreate some of it I try to find familiarity I try to connect without connection Reality check: It wasn't always easy It didn't always work I didn't always like it but it was predictably unpredictable and I knew the hours I have lost all sense of balance I am no longer drifting easily but am yanked suddenly and often without warning back and forth back and forth It is not the gentle roll of a yo-yo but the sharp snap of a rubber band extended just to the brink and then... back again The elasticity will wear over time ultimately breaking