(no subject)
je vois rien
sauf l'avenir
It is time, Isaac.
No one can do this but you -
I know you don't want to, but you must.
It's time
to stop
smell the air
enjoy life
and decide.
Who,
what,
when,
where,
and why.
The how will find itself.
Isaac, you must answer these questions yourself.
**I think that I'll be reverting back to old journals. The act of writing is extremely therapeutic and I need that. I need therapy. This might become the creative outlet, but not necessarily the complete and undeniable source of Isaac M. Arnold.