Silently I observe as the contradictions roll off of tongues. Where once I felt reactionary, I now feel compassion for a soul so wandering; a spirit so unguided, it is robotic, methodical, unfeeling and closed in a coffin.Sometimes goodbyes are opaque. There is no definition of solid pathing inside the cracks. Time drifts us on. … Continue reading Sometimes Goodbyes Are InvisibleĀ