boy the time's have a changed

so I look here months in the future since the last post, and it amazes me the speed of life as it goes when you least expect it.
To see yourself walking down a path is way different than noticing the path you are walking on. To see the grains of dirt and sand push through your toes, feel the coolness of the earth warm your body. To see the footprints you leave in time. These are the harder things to do. These so called moments in time. Child's birth, first kiss, lover's embrace, the tears of grief, and that last breath. Those few seconds where you seize to be alive but rather you are living.

That's what we seek. Those moments where time isn't just something on the clock, that ticks away only to be lost the next second. I stop now and turn around. See the path of destruction behind so that i can believe the path of empowerment infront of me.

You have to make a mess to clean a mess. My destruction has led to new life. Myself and others.

So it has been months since my last post. And life didn't stop. It kept moving sweeping my up in the tides to find myself at sea. bobbing for land. and that movement will keep me awake in my waking life.