history, happening

there is a stillness in isolation that cannot be found anywhere else....with the exception of the bottom of the ocean.
where am I after all of this?
older
bearded
blogging....ugh


little notions give me glimpses into my progress...or lack of
i don't want this to an ink well
i dont want this to linger
but life has become intertwined with the golden locks of your hair.

this feeling is like looking over the platform before sky diving
everything says no
but i just say go
into another wonderful memory.