a lense

I write to see. Sometimes I forget that.

I lost my focus. Couldn't make out the signs. Wandering. Aimless.

Thank goodness. I've stumbled back on the path. Turns out having to complete online traffic school was a blessing.

I got it in just before the deadline. Seven months after the citation. And I finish it 23 hours before it's due.

Winter break is at the end of its 2nd day. Time, space, breathing...reading.

The pleasure of time to read Bell Hooks--Wounds of Passion. Writing, for me, is not passion.

I just write to focus in, to see.
The world's been blurry.