Hello, wishin' well.. got a story to tell...

I've come to realize that there is little difference between life and death... rather the coming into this current realm of existence and the exiting this current realm of existence. I've heard people talk about death. I've felt the effects of death. I've watched death happen. I have also watched one day fade into the next. I've seen 11:59 turn into 12:00. I've watched the seasons change with no apology. I've seen the shapes of shadows stretch and sheer. I've seen faces turn into maps of frowns lines. I've watched you as you strut and I've watched you as you've been feign with exhaustion. I have seen creation and destruction. I've seen attempts at reversing negativity. I've spun in circles and watched the sky as I was dizzy, yet it was uncontrollably constant. I've tried chaos and I've tried organization. I have contemplated and I have grasped at experiences that may have never happened. I have tried to race time. I have wept about loss. I have listened for answer, anywhere answers... and wept some more. I have theorized and concluded, asserted and assumed. I have pursed my lips and declared. I have tapped my pencil and shrugged it off. I've watched you go with little want of remaining. I have extended my fingertips and worn my heart on my sleeve. I have stumbled and plummeted. I have grown and I have withered immensely. I have explored with no navigation. I have written and chanted my existence...

and yet, I don't have the answers for you. I don't have the answers for me. For us, I have no answers. I never have, but I have hope and for now, that is enough.