…thing to hold onto. To find a new detail that I missed the day before. I’m trying to hold my own as I feel the failure leak out of my pores. I’m just a dusty shell of what I used to be. Or what I thought I used to be.Morning Musings163jae thomasTre L. LoadholtMar 28, 2017·1 min readI got here… and like I do sometimes, got stuck. The “go through” seems like too much to go through at times. And, you sometimes forget you’ve gone through it before, but this time, this time… the tunnel’s light isn’t as close. Peace, jae.