Not long ago I mulled a submission, an attempt to once again serve a higher purpose, to find a place where I could shine, to contribute to the world around, in co-creation bleed my day away & nights of torment to follow dread.

Not long ago I mulled a submission, back when the doors were still wide open.

Not long ago I mulled the sale of my fixed abode, an attempt to find a way out of the maze that had taken hold, a way to once again set me free, to leave the memories behind, to walk down new roads paved with the unknowns of futures untold.

Not long ago I mulled the sale of my fixed abode, back when there were people working & willing to make such purchases.

Not long ago everything seemed possible, not anymore – my dear – not anymore, the future me will find the roads ablaze with the raging crowds of yesteryears, with the wanting and the searching, the hungry and the weary, not knowing what to do or where to find the safety needed to keep going, until the day of Reckoning & the final bill – outstanding