Swirling

I guess I feel like I need to put something here.

When I decided I didn't understand time, distance, or family I was on a beach somewhere far away. Since then I haven't had many moments to dwell on the things that eluded my thoughts' tendrils last week.

Well, I guess that leaves family. I don't know how to tell someone I love that something is going to kill them. And what's worse is if they decided not to listen.

I am no longer scared of most things, but my fear is impermeable and now compartmentalized. Just like the rest of my thoughts, ideals, life, love, and etcetera. Everything I am is separated and organized into maintainable blobs of understandability.

Is that okay? Or should I doubt that bit of normalcy too?