Death Is Too Easy
To be in like company is sometimes a blessing. Yesterday I almost died. It’s crazy. Strange, selfish or foolish it was almost one hour of peaceful darkness. Yes death is too easy.
Extremely tired; fatigued in mind, body and spirit. A curse of giving up. My arguments hold no water. Life is too precious.
Another wake up call. Only cats have nine lives. How many more chances do I get?
Writing now has become more important. What’s different? I wanna give it my best.
Courage is back at my door. It’s been gone for such a very long time. My door is wide open, please come in.
“Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.”