Sent

Well.



This has been my most emotional week, and here I am: a mortal trapped in a dimension driven primarily by time and secondarily by choices.

The message is sent. Literally. Regardless whether it will reach the receiver, I know I sent it nonetheless. A small step on the moon, a huge leap from the human in me. Perhaps it will actually reach the intended person. Perhaps it will be just another unfortunate note lost in the proverbial snowstorm, or a bottled message drifting away in the seas. Now it's back to waiting and seeing. For now.

Now.

Now.

How many sleepless nights do I have to count, before I find my way - how many blows do I have to endure before I can muster enough courage-

I'm sorry. I am fighting a losing battle and I am tired, deeply.

My passion for my dreams are still burning through the things there are to burn, mind you, but when there is fire there are also soots - and this particularly sluggish part of me is feeling the backlashes. She has been coughing from the residue, and is now realising the need for her to catch up too, before she become too far behind.

And if this would just be another hour ticking by, I have to remember that hope is still around. One day I will have more time to rest up and recover properly, and everything will be alright.

Oh yes.

They have to.

No obligation, though. No pressure.

Take your time.