At heart, I would rather move fiercely in towards the light than run timidly away from the dark.
When left alone, I create… I build. I’m able to pull a few threads of kindness from this harsh reality we call home, weaving with a sense of purpose a small goodness into the fold. This illusion never seems to last long enough though, as the tide always finds a way to wash pale the windows.
Still, the drums must play on.
On fluke, it might be time again for some good, old fashioned, get your paws dirty on the linoleum type cleaning. Might be.
The new day breaks, and here I am again… frozen solid, all tidy in my cave… running timidly from the dark.