“You will know me by my touch it is the last.”-Mason Williams
I had a couple of engagements this afternoon and evening; coming home from festivities; sinking into a darkness that I can’t seem to toss. I would ask why I can have fellowship with others; listening to my singer-songwriter friend’s blinding music only to come back to my darkness? I want to survive. I promised that I would live. This may be my last touch.