Transfuse

He reaches out and offers. The pokes, the prods, the pain. And no. He tries to hold in the tears, stuff the discomfort, refuse it to come....but come it does.

And then, finally. The red drips, flows, streams. In. And brings life again. And he sleeps.

The Great Colliding

It has been quite some time now that I've considered shutting down my old blog and starting a new one, but tonight--or rather, in the wee hours of this morning--it seems rather appropriate. A new normal--again--has violently and without permission crashed into my existence.

I didn't tell it it was welcome. I didn't tell it to come.  In fact, I screamed "Noooooo! I don't want you here!!!  I am just learning to live with the last new normal!"

But the great colliding has come anyway.  Whether I like it or not.