I suppose if I continue to stew in my own heartache, I should at least do so on paper. I mean… why shouldn’t I just let loose… open the portal… release the… how did I see it in my mind a moment recently past? Ah… as a residence… long since abandoned… cluttered to the top from hordes of occurrences. The fact is that the job seems monumental.. oh my but the great result. And so I find myself with the difficult task of once again picking up one item at a time… one of seemingly endless variables… one item of so many to be accessed, classified, and cataloged into the great… blah blah blah… I lost my train of thought. This is not an easy task, but one I have longed to do. As I was saying…. I have to get this great glut of emotion out of me so that I will find myself able to convey higher thoughts. Suddenly I am finding waves of happiness…
