Wrapped up in my own troubles, wrapped so tight in my own troubles I can barely see further than the trouble for more than a moment. The irony is in that moment I have a clear recognition that my troubles are pointless, meaningless, of no consequence. In that moment I understand all I should do is pursue my own happiness, after all happiness is something that anyone can achieve.
So here is the thing, turning the tide is done with a stone of unimaginable size. It is not something that you or I could do, I don't know which gods, even, would have a shot at it. The thing I need to turn is much smaller than the tide and merely requires a little application and a consistent sight on the target. But the target blurs and I don't know if it is my eyes that are getting old, or if all these years I have been playing the wrong game.
On time
The explosion sounded like a pop, a sudden, sharp sound but it was not substantial. ...
October 23
An so with the darkness knocking at the door patiently waiting for the inevitability of...