Y'know . . .
I'm reflective these days. This happens every year at this time. I don't mean it to, and, perhaps, if I had more to fill the hours then it wouldn't be so traumatic. But the more I learn, the more I look around, the more I think about what I should be doing, and what I want to do . . . the less and less I care, the less I'm able to breathe, the less it matters.
I've said it before: I skipped a rail somewhere down the line.
Where's the reset button?
When is dawn?
I've said it before: I skipped a rail somewhere down the line.
Where's the reset button?
When is dawn?
