Security

The lake is silver, calm and cold. Was it all worth it, the break-up, the move, the getting out and starting over with no income, no security?

With wine comes fortitude. I drink and smoke and listen to Tom Waits and think "I'm alone. I'm free, I'm feral. I've done it: come unhinged, gone mad."

I needed this wine, this cheap ticket out of circumstance.

I want to drift loose like an ice floe that got lost and found the South Pacific, thinking its last thoughts all of joy and melting.

"There's no such thing as security in this life, sweetheart, and the sooner you accept that fact, the better off you'll be. The person who strives for security will never be free. The person who believes she's found security will never reach paradise. What she mistakes for security is purgatory." ---Tom Robbins, Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas