As time goes on words become less satisfying. One has heard it all. What’s left is the meeting of one’s needs, and the maintaining of one’s comfort level.
Previously I felt a need to put every feeling, thought, observation down on paper and in doing so connect with others who experience the same. Now that need has almost become something I wonder about.
As life goes on with its increasing heartaches and wear and tear, one wonders what to say anymore and who will listen. Nevertheless, albeit with doubt and reservations, I will put down my thinking. When all is said and done, it still might have some value, maybe a lot of value.