Out of Touch

I face a new reality as I navigate the tortuous walk of decline and eventual demise.  How does one hold back time when it is a constant presence?  I no longer see the world naked with wonder and excitement.  I’ve seen too much suffering and the world that you and I once knew is but a remnant of the past and it’s lost glories.

I am mired in this complex and labyrinthine road.  There are no road maps nor signs to direct me.  It is a walk that I must face alone.  Growing old is not for the faint of heart.