Patterns

I dreamed about you again last night. You were warm and funny as you helped me with some problem I had. Just like old times. Except you did not like to help me with my problems, preferring to stay out of whatever would disturb the stasis. I wondered then about the patterns in our lives and what brings us to the decisions we make, the people we choose to know. Whether we do it consciously or whether the reason’s hidden somewhere back in our brains, somewhere that’s not easy to find...Read more here