50 pounds heavier I breathe through a heavier year. Seeking help I sit dim witted to my own emotions. passages of time, relatively minty and fresh I awaken to remember I am here for no reason. I’ve listened to books that say these feelings are not normal, but are explainable. I wish to see a piece of peace.

War is in season. Again, a passage of cruelty hits the earth. Another reason to let it swallow us whole. We all deserve a life time on line.

past says passages: read thee, I sit not alone, but stagnant in my own thoughts. I watched success around me, only by my measurement of living authentically. I cringe, at the thought of bored directors looking for a seasonal show during what could be a time for family. Hah… it sucks, to be cast in a play you wouldn’t watch.

Seasons on seasons of seasoning. A spice of life to life for life. Time flows as I become a passage.