The Last Remaining Light

The Last Remaining Light

I get the feeling that I might be asking a question a few questions that I’m not sure I want to know the answers to… Things have changed, and unless I accept that, then nothing will settle.

nothing and everything are two things, two things and nothing more

We’re going down to Innisfail this weekend. This should be really interesting. Interesting, in the “why am I here again?” kind of way…

I think they’re finally starting to get an idea of who I am. Even as I say that, I really only mean starting. They have still only seen parts, and that’s not an intentional hiding of anything, but the fact that certain things only show at appropriate moments, and those kinds of moments haven’t arisen. Also, I don’t mean Steve, cause he just knows, always has, always will. I mean Maria, Kathryn and Troy. They really have no idea, really. But that’s not a problem of any kind, it just is.

I’m still aware that I’m missing something, but I know it’s just not time to know it. And it’s okay, I’m not concerned about it, just aware.