I wouldn’t write my book in flashbacks. I would start this very second and move forward because everything that will happen has already occurred to me before in one form or another. My life is a pattern of indulgences and corrections where logic seldom holds sway.

Maybe it’s better that way. Ruled by emotions, I can at least feel joy along with the tides of horror. I have a beating heart that I hear in the quiet moments alone in my room, reminding me: “you’re not done yet.”

So I walk out again, ready for what comes, because I know there is a murmuring rhythm to all this tiresome discourse and pretense. I have a faith based, not on some nebulous reward, but on the simple proof of my life.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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