Distracted, life gets in the way
All the time. Priorities, responsibilities
No time left to spare. I feel at a loss – of words, self-confidence, self-control.
It is the “self” that is in most sever danger; as I live my life
Second, by minute, by hour, by day, by week, etc.
All the while it escapes me, did you know I wanted to be a songwriter? Or script writer?
A writer is the single most beautifully degrading gifts. I constantly set myself on fire searching for the words to express the feelings that continuously evade me?
And worst of all, I watch – I watch it all go by.