An Unsettling

I’ve been thinking about relationships lately. How they come and go. Or come and stay. I wonder if the story I’m telling myself is true, or if it’s just another easy way out of something I didn’t realize I never wanted. I second guess every compliment, every kind gesture, because I’ve seen the exploitation of trust gather forces and then shake the earth, but only so much for a tremor that the richter scale wouldn’t notice.

It is an unsettling.

What is true? What do I wish were true?

I’m so tired in the wondering. And in the knowing.

Because in knowing, only I can create change.