This day's a spinning circus on a wheel

Just when you are starting to get a hold of your loose thoughts, frayed ideas, ramblings and random hopes, a bomb is dropped on your head. It's one of those things that one can deem superficial, not a problem, can be easily overcome. It just came at the wrong time.

Nothing ever comes at the right time. Patience IS a skill. Waiting is never fun. You're never really sure when it is time to leave. You just leave and make do with whatever you were able to take. And maybe pretend, maybe accept you do not need what you left behind.

I hope you can stay though. Somehow things are better when you're around.