When you’ve spent most your life in the middle of the ocean you either let your head fall under the wave or you learn how to tread water. Sometimes a piece of driftwood comes along and you get a chance to rest but that eventually floats away and you’re left alone yet again.
People ask why you don’t just get out of the water. That’s easy to say from the shore.
This is the first thing I’ve written in almost a week. That’s the longest I’ve gone without writing in years. Don’t know how to feel about that. While I have some ideas I’ve fallen into a slump enough that I don’t have the want-to which is worsened by the feeling that no one is listening.