Feb 19, 2016 06:07
It's unusual for me to stay up so late. The fire still burns in the stove, and kit's alarm clock has probably gone off at an ill time just now. I'm happy that I have an irregular journal to come back to. It keeps a helpful read on my life's pulse even though it no longer feels how it used to.
Everything had so much meaning, so much promise. The edge of my youthful teeth were about to reach the apple-skinned "asfault" of adulthood.
There have been valuable lessons and emotional lesions. I'll get there. With all the good lord clockmaker made up in advance inevitably on some drawing board intended.