“Time, time, time”

It’s going to take time to fully be past the past. I know I’m not completely immune to what was and how it made me feel…the good and the bad.

As much as I wanted to speak today I held my tongue  and just held my head up and kept it moving. No I’ll will, no break down, no anything…

Time. Time. Time.

That’s what it takes to make a new path emerge from the ground below my feet.