and seeing what else the fates would have to offer me.
but when thee was never enough time.
enough money,
enough words,
enough knowledge,
enough wisdom.
enough love.
enough of life.
at the end of the day,
when it all seems to have become to much,
and I had thought about giving it all up.
there was the paper and pen,
the laptop,
the computer
waiting for me like an old friend,
waiting to be reconciled.
soon,
everything was going to be alright.