Reaching

Is nothing reaching me or have I forgotten to reach for more? The days are melting together now as a blur of emotion and distraction and stress and pain and pleasure and peace and fun and games. With a touch of worry and worry never did me any good. I feel like an outlaw who forgot to take the lawman off his holiday gift list. Will I put a return address on the card?

In case it matters, I push onward. Even when I don't come here. Even when I don't remember the rules. Even when no one notices.

It must not be all in vain.

Just not.

Narf. :}