Our stories end the same.
We reach the same Destination.
It is as we have been told forever and ever--
It is the Route, the Path, the Journey.
It maddens me to find my present state of Wispiness.
It saddens me to need tell of my Journey.
It gladdens me to believe I might start telling.
Telling bits and pieces--memories mixed up, places put sideways, miscast characters.
In the end does it matter what I tell? What really happened?
Will I even know when I mistate something. Misassign a memory?
Only my impressions, questions, sensations, explanations, conclusions,
judgments, beliefs, encounters, experiences, excitement, disappointments,
and energy can tell my story.