naught but memories
naught but memories where does one start after such a long pause - with the escape of levity, or in backing a cause? how do you begin again what was not given an end, but only suddenly faded and fizzled out of conscious view, the practice of pondering left to unspoken thoughts, the previously unquestioned order of how life is lived now all at once a congested mental and emotional traffic jam - - no clear warning only WHAM! here i am, a way you never imagined you'd have to know, here i go, all the comfort of the old routine for this new Unforeseen that still hasn't shown all it's cards here we are, the same us in unexplored terrain that is unrecognizable and yet somehow still the same, just more cumbersome, perhaps, but, looking carefully, with no lack of blessings just as unexpected and at first unbelievable "inconceivable" is defined anew every day, nothing is twice the same, and still nothing has really changed - here we are, still infants in eterni...