Of course, is it a reaping? Some dark pattern of life that exists to place its boney finger on my present? Will it exist in the future? I have no idea.
Seems to be familiar, in that I've been the ignorance, the silent partner. Refusing to know what to do or how to proceed. Hiding under the blanket of my own selfish comfort instead of facing the giant, head on. I ran...so why should I think it will be different for me?
The terms "life or longer" apply to the finest of moments. But those bereft of photos...kind words and faces. Words that wrap a soul into the blanket of Loved one's Love and faces that levy every issue of the soul.