April 15, 2020
Half way down. I suppose it's time to speculate. Sky seems so far away, yet the ground is nothing I want to hold. In abeyance, I'm found to to be in a state of puzzlement. Granted, this is what they said would occur at this point. No matter how many times they told me, how many times they mapped it out for me carefully, methodically, I held back involvement to be free of judgment. Ironic, that it's judgment they want from me. Looking in the distance I see nothing but an unavoidable answer. It'll come for me. Let it be.