Hurtling north on 417; the colors of the sunset washing my car a lurid pink. Deepening gray through my windshield, splotches of fading sun in my rearview mirror. Remnants of a day mixing with tendrils of darkness in the corner of my eye, and I steal glances for as long as I dare before I must return my sight to the road, the beams of my headlights just starting to become visible on the asphalt as night overtakes the day.
Salaams everyone, apologies for the abrupt and lengthy hiatus. I’ve been yearning to post for days now but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I guess its just like ripping off a band-aid. rippppp. Here I go!
I suppose you could say I experienced a crisis of purpose. Things seemed to be going well on paper, but truthfully I wasn’t happy with the direction my life was going on…and I guess things came to a head.
Also, shamelessly posting to at least get one post in March. *shrugs*