Creed

His face.....and ambition....reminded me. Was hard to watch. You. 

For him....

Hoping this is our sacred space and that you come here. My heart wants to hear you and feel that you are near. I hope I have not offended you....

I hope that you are well....

I hope, because I do not know.

And for the first time in my life....I can't stand not knowing. 

Returned

It's been sometime...and so much has happened. I'm not a true blogger, more of a journal-er, but not wanting to journal these days. Its not safe, nothing is...anymore. We are supposed to journal and collect things, make memories, so that in later times we can piece together the sequence of events and find the purpose and meaning in everything...

Well I'm back...let's see what comes of this.....

....words....

I'm wishing wellness, happiness, success. No love lost. Just gotta be this way. If I hurt. I'm sorry. Hope the good times cover it. Later.

Stay out...

Small doses

It seems that my peace is rationed...

Not to be confused with my love, my happinesses....but my peace.

That thing that quiets me, reminds me of home, refills my wings with breath to go a little further.

But that peace is rationed, often at a distance...this untouchable, unattainable presence.

Calculated, I suppose...

Just glad to have peace. 

Some DAYZ

I can
I can't
I won't
I will
Please...please...sigh, carry on!