Just like an amnesiac // Trying to get my senses back

It seems as if I have finally found the cure for the quicksand loneliness that I've fought endlessly against. The first new job in almost a decade, trampling all that I thought I knew and twisting all skills I once had mastered.

So I've forgotten much of that pain, much like someone loses track of a sprained ankle after a piano falls on their head.

Or maybe not forgotten...just pulled away from. Standing in a museum staring at the same 4" of a painting all my life and suddenly taking one deep breath before stepping back.

I'm trying to figure out which way to turn now that we've moved on. It is scary and dark and confusing.

But the spell is broken and that is a good thing.