I am sorry but I do not think I can join in the greater cause today.

My heart is rife with misgivings and a sense of dread. You are delayed and I do not know if that is a good thing. How will you think of me in this discovery of yourself? In this gulf, what fears might seep through my underbelly of rumbling desires?

I do not want to return to the past, but again I feel as if the very ground beneath my feet is about to crumble and shatter. There seems little to stand on, and every day I struggle to reassemble a facade of formidability. I think you will emerge stronger. That and a fleeting, undefinable hope is all that sustains me now.