It is in times such as these, with so very much past behind me, that I need to remember the present and all of everything.
I lose myself, have lost, am lost, but the exquisite memories of who I am taunt me, haunt me. I continue.
I continue and wonder why. Who am I now?
I don’t want to seem an ungrateful dissatisfied fuck, for this life that I have lived has brought nearly every dream, fought hard for and won…
I look to the shadows of who I was and realize that there is still more that I must become… and will.
I must not let fear control me. I must reach beyond everything.