I'm passing from one side to the next. Crossing the gap. Pushing yet again to make it all right. Life, my mental state, my passions. A gear higher to cross the space between losing control and gaining it back.
My writing as taken a back seat. Many things have in fact. But it must be this way while the good efforts are put in to learn more about myself.
This time I am in control of the teeter totter, sons. And it's OK.