Veiled.
Lately it has been everything and nothing. Life is one cacophonous melody where wheels crunching over dirt roads is country-love-song, the one that ends with some cheesy line about broken hearts. Mostly, there is silence. I can't decide if this is a good or a bad thing. Still, I spent a good portion of the holiday with my fingers tangled up in equine-mane (mule, donkey, horse), blowing gentle breaths onto their noses. Maybe that sounds strange but it helps them to trust me, helps me to learn their personality. Really, I need little else but sun, scenery, and animals to keep me smiling, but the witching hours can bring an ache for something more. I'm no good with matters of the heart and sometimes I realize that being the way I am is too much for others to take. And so they don't. Or they do, and then let go when they realize they've caught a wildcat in their mousetrap. Magic tricks aren't all they're cracked up to be; but what are magic tricks but illusions anyway? No, I don't want any more illusions. I just want to know what I'm getting into. Oh, but sometimes the mirage is tempting.