The Sublime Roundabout

Have been greatly exaggerated. I'm not dead. Not yet anyway. I feel happy! I feel happy!!! I've been busy. But I've not forgotten you, constant reader. You've seen my whole heart, and you're still here. I'm more profoundly grateful than I can express. Life is weird - it seldom goes in the direction we'd have predicted. And that is both wondrous and terrifying. Often simultaneously. I've missed writing. I'll do it more. It's cathartic and centering to organize my thoughts this way. So hang with me, faithful reader. I love you.

I have this spring of water Deep within my soul And it gushes forth sweet and clear and pure Flowing out of me in eternal waves Sometimes the water is turbulent And sometimes placid But always pouring out generously Joyous and laughing and sparkling but you, you've put a stopper in it you've dammed it up and closed it off clogged up the works with your vitriol your neglect and disregard and spite and the life that did grow because of the water clear is shriveled and dead and dying and I don't know why you did it