From Afar

Feeling like I'm watching my life go by. Not actually here or actively participating, but watching. Each day slips by waiting for those small periods of happiness to come around again. A few weeks of life when I can engage and care. The horizon holds one.

I wonder if my current life will darken those good times as well. I fear it may and am not sure how to stop or change that. Until then clean and tidy the house. Chores abound. Living each day from a distance.