Wake

Ernest said it best. A rational and refined gentleman. A powerful writer. An outstanding person.

Today was a wake up call. Easter and such beyond the fact, I am/was/still am on the road to self-destruction. I've taken strange paths towards it, crossed rivers of soulful joy and pain, lingered on groves of death.

There's a need to wake up and move. Faster and further than ever before. Away from one's old self - to die to one's old self - the ugly self. Let the re-birth take shape and place.