There's an unrest that's settled within me as of late to the tune of a loss for words. Unsettling indeed, the pages aren't filling themselves as they used to. It's a thing that's startlingly poignant in my life.
Well, I should say mind not life, as the life of mine has seen the whirl of speed that becomes of a man in over-drive. I can't even complete the word, see. It's turbulent times, these days, but there is a peculiar relish in it. A giddy strength of sanity, a grip of the reins that I'd all but forgotten and feel now again in the deep depth of the core of me.
My chi, amidst this calamity.
