Dear Reader,

There's a new desperation in me. I feel disconnected from where I was. The thoughts and questions begin to reduce at a rate I could almost call alarming, but there is nothing 'alarming' if that could be categorized as a positive thing.

That new desperation is finding an emotion that I recognize.

The glass is not half empty nor is it half full. The glass is broken.

Yours Truly,
Me.