I Was There I Am Here Now

So many times we learn from the lessons delivered. But never take the time to document the last time you were on this very path. Nothing rots my gut more than hearing someone say, "How many times do I have to tell you?" Documenting the journey isn't about collecting bread crumbs. I was there. I am here now. Isn't an invitation to live in the past. It's a voice from the inside soul that keeps knocking on the door you said would always be open. Your eyes might be. But your dreams are locked up in a place of unfiltered demand and torture.