The fizz goes pop

Dear Lane,

Lately, I feel something at the edge of my consciousness. That edge somehow feels brighter, stronger, sharper somehow. Sometimes, I want to give into that edge, that this struggle for everyday penitence doesn’t somehow seem worth time or effort, that I want it all to stop as soon as possible.

Selfish in for a penny of thought, and selfish out for a pound of flesh.

Sometimes I feel so lost, that I feel that one day I may not be so lucky to find my way back home.

The new dawn brings a new day, and I find some internal source of strength. Get up, get out, and go see what there is to the rest of the day.


— 27 December 2013.


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