decided to finally revisit my site. stopped doing god's work and i guess i felt i needed to stop talking. life is good and at times i am riddled with guilt about it. the unfairness. the inequity of life. the why over the suffering of so many. the how of the gene pool gamble that plops you into one life over the other. i hate watching the news, reading the paper, clicking the links. i'm sounding like i'm in my twenties - truth is i'm long past the passion but some things still stir my core liquids and those tiny bubbles rise up to form a belch of stimulated thought.
begin again....
decided to finally revisit my site. life is beautiful. the sounds, the colors, the light of the moon that paints the lake and reflects it's light upward. the upset of the whole thing is the light shines so bright into my bedroom window i can't f'ing sleep. i mean really. can something be too perfect? i have to get up and pull the blind to shield me from the perfectness of my life. good god. should i begin again?
