April 9, 2020
I look ahead, but I don't see anything. Eyes seem to be useless. The road is unseemly. No telling how it winds or where it goes. I was told follow, but with no reason given, why should I follow? My habits will undo me. I gotta remind myself, I'm no longer a follower of the faith I once held to be true. That was shattered and scattered, and I was so relieved when I was freed of it. Yet, there's nothing to take its place. The times are fearsome. One needs all they can bring. The fires will be significant.