Sometimes speaking is the only thing you can do…

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.” – Edgar Allan Poe

I guess it took yet another rough summer to have me back at square one, my favorite place in the world.

No, really.

Blessings be, I still have family to stop the bleeding and keep me afloat.

I’ve also moved a few times since I last wrote.

Isolation, in a number of modes, has been my primary coping mechanism.

However, the life of a modern day hermit has more cons than pros.

Especially for a talker like myself.

With the loss of my previous job and the start of a new one, thoughts stick to what lasts and what doesn’t.

I desire more of the former.

Therapeutically, I have always writing a refuge; conversely, I did not want to waste my words.

Regardless of such reluctance, it would be an increasing waste not to try.

So I’m trying, whatever the result may produce.

Bye for now, KS.