While I've found myself pondering the affairs of humanity more than usual these days, I've also been quietly reflecting on my own life lately as I approach some notable milestones this month.
Returning to my hometown after nearly two years on the west coast has left me feeling haunted by a strong absence of all I knew.
I vividly dreamt of you last night. Upon awakening, the memory and feeling—right down to the sensation of your touch, was still stimulating my every being.
While I may never have willingly chosen to endure all that I have in these past few years, there is a shining truth and realization I cannot deny, but rather, choose to embrace.
Two weeks of climbing out of the hole. Just when I could feel the warmth of light on my face, I lost my footing and tumbled downward.