This Strange Eon.

So many choices loom. But the problem isn't the choosing, it's the chooser. You cannot be chosen if a person cannot choose.

I'll relax into it. I trust this time, and have no expectations, no fears really. It is strange the ease of it though, I had not marked it's passing and was stunned upon examination of time. Time is a tether, a silken rope.

The unbreakable coded chain elongates and bridges before me. Walk in a beat close to my heart beat. And be silent.