One of those nights...

Things are slowing down a little and when that happens I finally get a chance to really think...which makes me feel like writing, because I become so inspired or disturbed that I must. Sometimes ghosts from the past creep up on you during the most unexpected times. I both love and loathe these times. I feel energized but devastated. But I wouldn't trade these moments for the world, because they are richly layered and they are me. They are who I am.

And, I think it is Conrad that did this to me. :)

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