(Not)Incandescent

You won't know what was lost until it already far too late. There's no precedence to crying over spilled milk; you might as well get a new carton and drown yourself in that sweet white stuff. For the lactose intolerant, just drown yourself in regular water.

Besides wry humor, there's little I can afford to offer the world.

These things are getting shorter and shorter, I'm afraid I've finally lost it.

To be.

There are better things to be.

Being disciplined.
Stoic and steadfast.

Being athletic.
Fit and fast.

Being at peace.
Calm and collected.

Being free.
Willful and wild.

but why?

Bienvenue.

Hi there.

Have you miss this?

"The shortness of breath as you gallop across an open field, green as far as the horizon. Well, technically the horse you're riding on does all the galloping. You just try to hold on for the ride. Taking in the vastness of the blue sky, clouds and all. Wind billowing against your face, hair's a bloody mess. Relentless, you ride forward, onward, frontward. Ahead. Into the unknown."

I know I have.

Gimme.

I was bereft of the exhilaration of discovery for so long, it feels really good to finally recover this feeling again, even if just for a little while.

Picking up bits and pieces; tiny baby steps.

Intermittent.

Idle chatter with the neighboring uncle:

"How's your future planning going?"

"Uhhh, I have none"

Awkward but hearty laughter ensues.

Please standby. . .