Somewhere in the middle.

“Marco?”  Silence. “Marco??” Dead air. “Marco!”  Stillness.  Nope, no “Polo” to my “Marco.” It’s a never-ending game I play to locate the truth.  Where is the truth and more importantly, why is my truth always in hiding? I don’t know where I am right now.  As everyone walks their own path, I’m lost somewhere, straggling … Continue reading