It was only then, under that cherry tree, that I realized you could touch fear.

Heart rushes. Head slows. Tomorrow brings yet another day full of questions. Piled with doubt. Laced with optimism.
The weekend is here. Finally here. Will these long days give way to relaxation or demise? I'm surging. Projects galore. Opportunity anew. I thrive on being so busy...
It gives me less time to over analyze myself. This jaded cynical being I feel living here.