how did you get through it? i stare at him, and i often see myself, looking back at you. what were you thinking? what was i thinking? what is he thinking? how did you handle those challenges? the moments? the stages? where did you find... inspiration? the sourcing? the way through? to continue on... remaining rock solid never wavering i looked back with everything...trusting as I still do today forever with greater perspective on a deeper level without the tangible spoken word your insight is forever locked out of reach, yet within feels like a large, beautiful vessel off shore within the sunset i feel deeply for your gold of which i will never receive yet, filled and driven by the mystery of the unknown what would you have done? said? responded? reacted? felt? what are the details? how did you get through it?
Dome Pondering
"As We Struggle to Make Sense Of Things, Life Looks On In Repose"