Here I am again.

Sitting at this computer. Grinding away at my life. Waiting for something to jump start the thing I've let wilt away. And is not through neglect that things are as they stand now.

No.

It's too many encounters with stress. Too many brushes with death and dances with loss. This state is the byproduct of a life that needs a break from everything around it.

A cave.

I need a cave in which to rest. Not another probe into myself. I don't want to talk about it right now. I'm not up for explanation. No amount of discourse or group hugs will make me feel better. A quiet place is all I require.

But this world in not quiet.

I have things to do and people to entertain. An apartment to clean and bills to pay. Like most everyone else, I must keep truckin. Keep keeping on; as the song says. I just wish I had the desire. The will to want to keep going.

But I do not.

I maintain because it is what I do. It's part of what makes me David Lee I Be. So there is not turning my back on that. No forfeiting or cheating. No bullshit just a drive that ameliorates with each day that passes.

The truth is: that this will be just another day.


See you tomorrow.

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