The wheels of imagination and creativity are spinning, but I’m not going anywhere. There’s so much I’d like to write about – so much going on in my head. But there’s nothing I can write down in words for you to understand. It’s all too complex – too personal – for me to share.
There’s too much worry, too much stress – too much for me to throw onto your delicate shoulders. Mine are becoming stronger, but only temporarily. Sooner than need be, the weight of this whole thing will drop, dragging me down with it. When will that be? I’m not sure. Am I looking forward to it? Absolutely not. But will it happen? Yes.