Time flows is not and accurate representation of our being here, and the events that unfold. It is, and will be, a was and a is. throughout our understanding is what a creation can be or not be. There is always, a never and forever contradicting each other. I feel pain everyday and breath sorrow, like a hot soup into my lungs. It scalds the throat and it does suffocate my lungs deprived of air. I have a will that is broken like your grandma's bone china when you were three. I possess an understanding of things on all sides now. Having died and being brought back has clarified things for me. I will suffer here for my beautiful family and I have a grandchild who is on the way. I have to support my family. While I am here. Even if all I have to give is exist.
