My first blog...

I'm troubled by something, a man to be exact. Not the man I should be dwelling on but that deters me nonetheless. What if the person who you had pictured being around for years to come to pass on their knowledge was suddenly leaving, for money of course, to a far off Island to help feed those who put holes in our earth? And what if this was a good move for them, for their life? How does one support them, while simultaneously curing your craving for them?

I'll keep you posted I guess.