Time flies. And over the last three to four months reality has asserted that it (time) doesn't just fly when you're having fun. It flies regardless.
The present and past can disillusion one into thinking that life, circumstances, and/or situations can't get any worse.
It's not until your unforeseen future replaces your present that you are made painfully aware of just how much worse things can be.
Yet optimism wells up in me like an overflowing cauldron of boiling water unwatched.
It spills over...
This too shall pass.
My love and enthusiasm for writing have been replaced with more pressing issues. Outlining the details won't dictate, direct, or denote the outcome.
Just know that I'm here. The rhythmic, steady beat of my healing, ailing, healing heart assure me of that.
Until I can feel and know that I'm truly whole again, I'll leave you with this.
Some things you must ponder in your heart; not out loud. In other words, don't vent or hint, just pray.
