I thought I deleted this.
I was freed for a while. I spent a lot of time shaping my life the way I want it, again. And I did great! Good things have been happening. I am excited about a lot of key events that have played and will still play out.
But I do remember regretting deleting this. I longed to revisit something I couldn’t remember. Then I felt despair for all the words I’d constructed and assembled together… my own tiny army on this enormous, gray-blobbed, wreck-laden sea. I am often reminded how miserably small I really am here.
Few things give me hope for the future… but my thoughts, somehow, manifest hope in yesterday. Strange how that works, effortlessly, every time.
Some things were engineered to last longer than my memory.