Yeah, I now I’ve forgotten quite a bit of details about all that’s gone down but I will try to reconcile the differences later. For now, there is just an urgency to get the story told. Events unfold in sketchy fashion but a few details remain etched in my memory. It is disturbing enough to pique my interest. I plunder the vaults of my subconscious memory and hope to unearth precious jewels in my unconsciousness. Spit it out and hopefully stumble onto a gem. It’s unlikely but one retains hope for the best. I certainly feel a need to overcome all this adversity.
seeking the magic
ever elusive it hides
clever evades me