Looking over the edge of a cliff.

(I have blisters on my hands from pulling weeds.)

I don't mean to perpetuate my angst, confusion, this feeling of wandering that I've recently become accustomed to after The Adventure. It feels abnormal to not have a somewhat logical thought process. Should I decide how much I'm going to invest into this or should I just follow my feelings?

(I'm surprised I don't have poison ivy.)

Last night's conversation left me feeling as if I were standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting to be pushed off. And now the fear has set in. As much as I would prefer not to think it I've become convinced that I've set myself up for, well, a failure of sorts. So I refuse to talk about it but such a big part of me wants to know something that is certain. Except nothing seems to be, like usual.

(I hate mosquitos.)

Or maybe it will just slip away slowly and I will never realized the exact point where it happened.

Cape Town seemed so simple.