Grief and Anger
The flow is never ending. I watch the rivers fly by at astounding paces, knowing that when I stick my foot in, it will not be the same as before. The river could turn red any moment like in Egypt with God's hand crashing down in righteous fury. However, I feel like helping the process along.
The flow is never ending. But I find that I am not really a part of it. I'm stuck in this time and this place unable to move forward anymore. The river is not yet red, but with this knife, I'll help it along.
- Category: Psychological
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Brandon Sutton over 9 years ago
I realize I have been gone for a long time, and I'm sorry for everything I've missed these last few months. I've been beyond busy with college and everything else related to it, so I've been unable to spend much time writing. And what time I did spend was usually for projects in the creative writing class I took this semester. But I'm just about through this semester now, and I'll be here daily again to start posting again and providing comments, at least for the next month (but hopefully longer than that, college permitting).
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D.M. over 9 years ago
I echo, welcome back!
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Richard Charles Davidson over 9 years ago
Nice to see you back, Brandon!
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Brandon Sutton over 9 years ago
Thanks everyone for the kinds words and welcome backs!
