So much has happened over the last 5 days
I have traveled. I have met half a dozen prospects. I have fallen into the arms of new found friends. I have crumbled and risen. I have no idea who I am. I have every possibility of who I can be. I have love beyond measure craddling me. I have lost and won and lost again. I have created and destroyed and I'll do it again. I am sad and elated. Joyous and scared. I am living in oblivion and I don't really care. I am running to and hiding from the darkness and light at the end of the gun of this life I call mine. I have nothing and everything and it doesn't mean a thing. I can do all I can and not get a damned thing to work in my favor though everything does. It's all about me and what I've become. It's all about love and life and shades of gray. It's all about living and breathing and play. It's all about time and money and giving and getting and never regretting what never became, but trying and trying and trying again.