Kissed by time.

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It is hard to believe after 15 years of going in and out of dreams, thoughts, attitudes, and magnitudes of self doubts and self discoveries; I am once again face to face with the blue lines on a white page. With my patience, there’s improvement. With my health, its optimum, and my focus, it’s un-wavered. I am touched, moved, lead with compassion, as well as heart break of how time has moved in a like an unwanted guest, and has resided alongside me. He is the space between me and my pillow. I go to sleep and he is there and when I wake, he is the first to kiss me on my lips.