She'd enjoyed the wind blowing all this time- surely just because she wasn't in control of it didn't means that it was bad? But the bird seemed convinced- if you didn't cause it, you don't deserve it. Or, if you aren't in charge, you're being lazy.

Betty thought this was very impractical, certainly you had to know what you were looking for before you started looking, not decide what it is midway- and she realized she was already midway, and already didn't know, so the best thing she could do was start where she was.

The beginning of a fantastic journey that has already begun.

A poem written on my angst while discovering how to live with Borderline Personality Disorder.

nice art