My blog, the first post, like a single drop in the endless puddle. Sent rings out that touched few. More drops, more rings, more people reached. Soon…more, and more.
I hope. I wait –
for the deluge, drowning, the divorce from depression. Am I’m brave? bold? to write such words but I’m weak.
Cowardice with a computer. Calling out with characters I can’t speak, saying them to strangers. Hoping for a change to happen. Looking with the lost.
Love is not there.
Fear focuses far from that void, envy now where compassion once was.