You impress me beyond words. I’d be ecstatic if you realized that this post was about you.
But…that in of itself is such a canyon. I…am an authoritarian in your world. I wish I could approach you…offer my hand in romance. It would be so awesome if you reciprocated my gesture. I don’t know if you would appreciate me and what I would want to offer you.
I recently read that “the hero is the man of self-achieved submission.” That statement has been resounding in my head ever since.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t talked to you in a while…I’m sorry about that.
The tour has been over for more than two months. I’m working again and I finally have a normal bed. I can’t help feeling that I’m not where I should be. There is more Journey to be had.
It’s not going to happen. There won’t be an apocalypse…fire balls raining down from the sky…nothing like that. The sun will rise just like every other day and then the sun will set again because I have to work.