Today it is not working out so well though. For whatever reason he’s coming a little unglued. Somehow dissatisfaction spilled out of him, and unto his shirt, and fallen down to his shoes. This relationship model that he has spent years to set up is not working. He is panicking and Mad can’t begin to see it.

            “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He said leaning back against the wall. “What do you think?”

           

“I don’t know.” She said forming a tight lipped smile.  She wanted to guide it all back, but she didn’t know where the hell it was.

Something he figures had guided him up to this point. Some sort of plan has been hatching. Life was becoming something else for him.

Unconsciously he was familiar with despair he like a lot of people considered it life. He considered despair, fear, longing and bewilderment life. Sure there was happiness, but what is happiness if you are in this constant pursuit of contentment. You are just trying to be ok with some good moments thrown in.