The ledge between 1 and 2
As I write bits of this story, I'll label them as best I can, to show where they fit into the picture. But since there really is no beginning and no end, it simply cannot flow in only one direction. You'll know the story by the color and typeface.
Sometimes I write in third person because that's how I see myself, as though I'm looking through a window at my life, which never really feels wholly my own; I can see it and hear it, but I don't seem to be able to completely embrace it, except in brief moments, walking through a woods, or just as I'm about to fall asleep, or relaxing in a bath.
But this is my story; it really belongs to me. I flipped the switch that set these events in motion, and I was one of the main characters in the tale. So it's time to switch voices, and tell you how it was for me that day, when it felt as though moments were all we might have left.
Sometimes I write in third person because that's how I see myself, as though I'm looking through a window at my life, which never really feels wholly my own; I can see it and hear it, but I don't seem to be able to completely embrace it, except in brief moments, walking through a woods, or just as I'm about to fall asleep, or relaxing in a bath.
But this is my story; it really belongs to me. I flipped the switch that set these events in motion, and I was one of the main characters in the tale. So it's time to switch voices, and tell you how it was for me that day, when it felt as though moments were all we might have left.