1 of the greats

Read it. I am sure to a lot of you, love makes no sense. Because life is a chase. Some chase money, others doltishness, many unfairness. Very few understand that life is measured in breaths.
I often times feel like the direction of my life makes little sense. I know. I think it’s because my ability to feel, is highly magnified.
So if I am writing a book, I am totally in it.
If I am in a moment where those that are to love you, hurts you, I’m in that moment. But the moment I am not in is this…I won’t chase you, or beat down your doors to tell you, I am hurt by your actions. Trust me I do that in books, and when I’m done, it’s exhausting.

My life thus far, I have had some incredible people be kind to me, those my dears are the moments that till the end of your journey,  you’ll think of.
My close friend as a little one,  in this world died.
And though my heart struggles to grasp it, months later, I fear to tell you the face of grief is a face that you never shall recover from.
I am grieved. So much so that I stare at my books and write as a turtle would walk. I should be done with atleast 5 books by now. I Am on 2.

When your heart is in pain, understand it’s quite okay. But don’t get lost in the darkness, for the lights are off.
Pain is a dark way down.
A rabbits hole.You can only go deeper.
If you are grieving, you are not alone.
Some Of you read my pages like it’s a bible, thank you. The Letters are kind. The brutality sometimes is inevitable, but the kind hearts are the light.
I am utterly grateful.Until my next print.yours,kateps. Oui we all considered
our younger selves, the greats.
c'est vraiment triste.