Days come and go, tick off each going by faster and faster until a whole season has passed and then time, so insignificant while it is going on becomes so important as it is reflected on, churned up and spit out into chunks of “wows”. Time has passed and it seems to be speeding full speed ahead right now. The blog is a reminder at how fast it moves, with a time stamp of activity, although this timestamp, here, is stopped the life that powers this here blog has been moving full steam ahead. Does that mean I will start with a post everyday again? Not sure, but I like the feeling...

I feel this burn inside, from head to toe. It is an odd feeling, one that I brought on, I conjured up. Is it regret? It is sadness? Is it frustration? Some days even a week can be bad, something just not hitting home, something that sets the matter upstairs in a wrong direction. The matter that makes each of us an individual, a person, with unique and own thoughts. That matter that controls the so called ship or pod that walks this earth. I have had a few hard knocks this week, something just not clicking, the lack of focus, the italian passion, not sure. Sometimes I feel as though...