Another cup of coffee. Please. I need to wake up. The night’s dreaming has left me disjointed.
surprised
to be alive.
It’s not the first time. Not at all. I’ve lived in the nightmarish dark far too long, far too often. I am experienced in blindness, swinging my sword at ghosts, shieldless save for God. Each day new wounds bleed. Each day new wounds heal.
And so here I am. A decade and more later, a collector of scars, a strange sort of warrior, living in the half light.
I am in a good place in my life. That amazes me more than you can know.