From The Roundhole

There is a space, a space in time between happy, that simply is. No amount of trying to change it will, no amount of wishing it away can, it simply needs to be lived to get through to the next happy. I sometimes think things come to me slowly, this has, and right now, I am just in that middle place, remembering what was, and hoping for what can be again. I hope its not a big space.