There is a type of desire that comes on like a soul-hunger, with utter clarity and alarming intensity. It is not difficult to recognize. What is difficult: to find a course of action, to not stay hungry for so long that we forget we are hungry.
It's always something with the eyes. Hers breathed fire at me. I didn't know it at the time. Much of me was forged in those flames.
In the end, it's always the eyes. What I see in them. What I think I see in them. No matter what my brain registers about the features, what I see in the eyes is always the deciding factor.
The choices we make ripple out, further than we can imagine, further than we can ever know. The decision to go. The decision to stay. In a job, in a relationship, in a home, in a city, in a state, in a country. The tough part is recognizing that it is a decision at all. … Continue reading decisions