It was intentional. The gap, I mean. All that space and time between the last time I had done this up until the now which finds me here again. Seems like an eon. Seems like a minute.
Tag: life
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.9.19
Rust grows quick on the fingers. Hasn’t been all that long… or has it been an eternity? I can scarcely recall the difference.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 4.28.19
The gentleman that sold me my bedtime six pack remembered me. After years. And after without a thought between the either of us regarding the other. It’s been a while, he said. You moved? I told him I did. Funny thing, the timing of questions.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 4.21.19
The thought of there being nothing left for the day occured. Awful thing. I have since ignored it. At least for a little while longer. It is down to ragged scraps over here. Maybe always was. The radio rattles on in the other room. I didn’t turn it off. Just turned it down. It’s an…
The Veracious Facade 