Time and again I find myself here.
I haven't blogged in quite a long time. Mostly I'm okay with that, although there have been moments when I wished I had saved a spot in the sun, to sit and think. Sometimes I yearn for the comfort of continuity and the reassurance of hard lines. My time runs away from me. The monstrosity of materialism riddles my life with angst. My family is a safe haven.
I wish I could get away from it all. When you are stuck with your foot in the seaweed, you want more than anything to overcome the conflicting desire to at once be free of the water and at the same time swim masterfully with the current.
