It’s always there. Mostly unseen. Invisible. And when it does make my radar I ignore it because that’s my way. When I choose to see it I just go over or around it.
This month I hit it hard. I didn’t walk. I ran right into it. And the lights went out before they flickered.
Too many soundbites. Too few conversations. Too many miles. And high beams blinding me. My list of fantasies – well, I simply ran out of ink and paper. Am paying for it now.
I don’t have to do everything. Or be everywhere. Or be available. But I do need to see. Feel. To pay attention. And I didn’t. Am paying for it now.
The shadow the ever-present shadow. The light so bright that I cover my eyes. Leaving just enough darkness that I can see all of it.
I want more of the things that make me tired. And fewer of those that wear me out.
All This By Hand