Relationships are like onions. Chopping an onion renders it chemically reactive. Aromatic compounds burn the eyes, inducing the flow of tears. When the volatility is too much, you have to part ways from the Onion, leaving the room. Sometimes, you have to part ways from your Other. This blog is my perspective on my own leave taking from a chemically reactive relationship with a narcissist. Read on if you are not afraid of words that may chop, cut, or react with your lachrimal ducts.
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
A Poem from Fiordland
My eyes are filled with tears
at the sight of the mountains of Takitimu
and the mountains of Manwapouri.
Would that I were a bird,
that I might fly forth;
would that I might obtain
for myself wings.
