The words come to fast to type and fall away to quickly to remember. Like ghosts out of the corners of the corners. Glimpses of feelings through walls of fear and physical pain.
I feel numb inside this firery shell. Irradiation and poisoning to save a life it seems so very very intense. I fear that I am to far removed Already from this process, I pray that I’ll stay in this body for a few more years at least. I have become a custom to it after all. My times have shifted so that my furthest away times are there not here. Here is place of recovery and solace. . A place for me to write and think. A place to plan the next phase of this life. The universe has chosen me to do this in a way most don’t and for that I’m thankful. For a test given to a worthy man is a lesson worth baring the weight of. I will rise above and become the painter and writer I’ve been chosen to be and will stop fighting the world to become something I want instead of what is required of me I am higher way. For what is life but a journey a lesson. A bookmark in time to record some images we left behind years ago. Time… a construction of man to give relevance to the amount of space ones aegis is on the planet. Yet most of struggle the entire time time we are here as adults and often for many much much sooner. A topic for another perhaps.
Im.going to rest now. Remember, the choices you don’t make effect the future as much as the ones made today.
Much love and light. Always Benjamin.