Minions! It's been so long... I am again alone enough to turn inside, to turn to you my ever supportive figments of imagination. I've always felt a certain affinity to incomplete things, things that should be symmetrical but are not.... I've also always kept myself to myself, never wading in to further than up my ankles, never to my knees much less my heart. Looking in now is like looking through tens of old filters, windows, murky waters and years' debris. I can't see me no matter how many cobwebs I blow, and after a certain threshold of sharpness to my feelings, their cuts become too swift and clean for me to notice! If I can't see, or feel me.... then what is a lie and what is truth, to myself or to my people. Are my extended hands sincere? My bridges have proven themselves flimsy time and time again, no matter how sturdy I think I've built them, they fall apart with the first sign of time wearing, with all the work invested, I never add anything but the bare minimum of emotional involvement, I build my bridges on salt..... Minions, help me face you properly... lay me out clearer, and for once, cement my salt!
