And so, a week of ennui and forced catharsis ends, and I’m ready to finish out the year that was 2004.
I’ve spent the last week recharging my emotional and creative energies, force-fed through stale memories and staler words, preparing myself for the upcoming emotional rollcoaster better known as the Christmas (TM) season.
I’ve spent the last week in internal withdrawl, running and hiding from the thousand natural attacks that life is heir to, which, on occassion, is necessary. Despite the constant war of life on life, I will not run and hide, no matter what lies ahead.
“We were sheltered, And we were guided
By the calling of the wild.
The Great Unknown,
And no more run and hide…”
And to whatever lies ahead, I will press on, nothing forcing me from my journey, save an occassional minor detour to see what has laid behind, in ruins or in salvation, in chaos or order, in overflowing joy or in vaccuous depression.
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