Back to the page. Pen in hand. Fingers crossed. Waiting, like a lazy fishermen with an afternoon to sit and look out over the sea.
How long is to long? Dangling our hopes overboard. Maybe a lifetime but Only if your line is never tugged or pulled or yanked by a force stronger than your lazy river thoughts. A force that takes you on a journey, makes you rise off your seat and steady yourself. A force that compels you to try and capture and take hold of life again. Weather it is the beginning of a tale or the end of life. It is now your story.