Journal in Flames

Greetings to all that have subscribed to my journal at this point. Herein I will attempt to explain and dissect why things seem to happen the way they do. Or at least why I:) think they do. Who is this chaosian? What does she think while she sits on her throne of rubble and decay? What does it hope to accomplish by writing these words? Destruction my friends is the beginning of creation. What project have you started where you did not have to cut/break/reassign/classify any number of things. Through destruction as the parts and shards that have been separated are brought back together we find a pleasing shape. A new shape. One that was not before. Very often in life this same thing happens. Places, people, and relationships change. They are created and destroyed. They grow, shrink and mutate. This is what I wonder about... I want to know. Why now? Why them? Why this time of year? So much of my current life is being torn asunder. Something new will grow in its place. I hope it is something I want. I am strange. I am poly. I am foolish. I am changing. I am hope.