Awakened by the touch of grace.  I lay for awhile hesitant to face a life a day I don't deserve.  And still allowed to watch the changes time has brought to my face.  My limbs.  My hair.  My inner self.  The changes are making me fearful of myself.  I long to have that fast touchvand go pace that allowed me a piece of the rat race that is such a burden and fraught with so many petty contrivances of getting ahead. It is all in their heads!  Not a day goes by when I don't regret the effort that I have now forgotten but shadow's of it still emit that lingering need to reach out.  But I remain in this fugue of comfort that I do not deserve.  Music echoes and I dance.  I sing .  I read.  I watch.  Alone!
      
 
      
