The Lightness

You caught me red-handed. You had me thinking I did something wrong. But I was high on this unbearable lightness even before the first puff. Stop looking at me like I'm tainted, you're just as confused as I am. I have better questions now that I'm not afraid to ask them... That's the benefit. That's the danger. I can admit to myself that I'm a stranger, no more able to predict the way things will change me, move me, than there exists a capability to hunt down every ripple of every action I took. Not a single one holds the certainty that it won't grow bitter somewhere near or far along the chain, in any direction, like the river flowing into an ocean. A spider web, a collision of all the forces of nature. How can I know which ones to avoid when even the worst of things can leave me better in the end? Reality moves beneath our feet without us leading, our sentiments a stranger, or a combination to another door wide open.