Interlude

I was on a mission, at the time. A mission to drown myself in feeling and meaning and maybe to wade into into my emptiness, to reclaim a quiet and a stillness that I hadn’t felt in a very long time. Half of my life had been lived in the arms of passion, and now it was gone.

And how I hated myself for thinking those words, for being engrossed in that feeling. Passion was not, could not be gone. After all, there had been passion before and during and there would be passion again.

But, I caught myself thinking often, would it ever measure up?

And so I sought to answer my own question, by finding those which I would measure, carefully and with precision.Read More »