( Introspective meanderings )Maybe I'm approaching this all wrong. Maybe ghosts do not always linger inside the heart, but sometimes they stand on the bridge between two souls. Maybe I should not look for a primary relationship among those before whom I am defenseless. Maybe those defenses are an important part of relating functionally to the rest of the world.
After all, every time I have let my spirit soar, it was only to fall again. When I do not rush heedlessly forward, I rarely trip. Slow, cautious steps are part of why I've managed to keep wonderful things in my life, like my relationship with LDB, like most of my friends in Pittsburgh. My friendship with f(AD) only survived once I stopped letting my heart rule over my head.
Maybe my heart only has wings as a warning against strong winds.