I am waiting in the shadows of low light For soon these will fade in glorious sun. The past is gone with all these mountains of memory.

Soon there will be a new day upon us. And I for one am not going to waste this opportunity pining for yesteryears from some bygone era where secrets dwelt on the shoulders of giants.

The opportunity of now is this wonderful thing called life. I will attempt to be at peace with the fact that not everyone I meet will not be as fortunate as me and maybe I can help.

It’s early and soon I will get out of bed .

Uncertainty.

Wave after Wave. Churning a fear.

Faith has tests. This I know.

She said, “They had it coming. “

I asked, “They got what they deserved?”

I asked her where she heard that?

Her smile kinda curved.

I said, “You know you’re only 8 years old.”

She said, “You know I’m almost nine.”

Sometimes I need to listen.

So I just took it as a sign.

We meet in the park under old growth trees.

On a park bench we talk and often listen.

Not always; for my mind drifts and I stray to distant shores that house memories of the dead.

No short cuts here, it’s do or die.

Been singing fear and me oh my.

Wringing hands in a sad refrain.

The hard choice here is clear and plain.

It’s insane and I’m afraid.

You need help is what I played.

Under the gun.

Now or never.

Life and death.

This is one way of going through each day. You could even spend every waking moment and breathe like this if you feel the need.

I choose to embrace this fear as a feature on the journey and enjoy the time given.

He counts the change bored out of his mind, counting days, hours, minutes, seconds… all for a paycheck until the sweet escape!

Imagining the hours of study and stress of exams amidst the shouting and expectations of parents to end up here counting the coins of subway travelers on their way to somewhere?

It came gradually.

Nothing planned or a moment when everything changed.

It seemed almost spiritual.

I have memories of the time before however not weighed down from some inescapable self imposed force.

A sort of freedom or escape not unlike a fart in a windstorm.

It was magic.

It was love.

It was all.

I was dreaming of.

Nothing ventured.

Something gained.

Peaked to soon.

Myth explained.

I was young.

Couldn’t know.

So many miles.

Left to go.

No regrets?

Maybe few.

Happy is.

A daughter grew.

Now I’m old.

Oh so wise.

See it all.

In her eyes 👀