to just keep on writing,
in the hope that there will be something good that will come out of all of this.
more then just a jumble of words that I am saying that is writing of some description.
fear no one but the Lord.
knowing that there is nothing more that I can do but to pray,
and then pray some more.
simply trying to give it all away,
in good time,
and I am sure that it is all good.
will I ever find happiness again?
all in the good nature of things.
I have all that I need,
but it all seems to be much ado about nothing.
happiness is out there somewhere,
it is just a question of when I will find it.