Loss of Contact

Some days are harder than others.  Do you ever come to the end of the day and wonder, maybe a little helplessly, if this is all there is?

I know, in my heart and in my head, that it isn’t.  But I also know that I keep waiting for life to begin. I know that sounds ridiculous.  My life began twenty-nine years ago.  And I have felt so very alive, so many days.  But rignt now I’m asleep.  And I need something to awaken me.