A Sullen Day

There is a part of me that is flying away.  Being in this realm brings struggles and strife, and I am sick of explaining things to people who already know reality, and choose to be in a court other than honesty.  I will continue to place one foot in front of the other, but I must scream from my core, silently, in this moment.  I wish I could talk to so many people, but especially my Line Deputy from Marion County.  He knows the whole story and no explanation is necessary.  I would love to find a place of laughter.  I am finding that it has been hard to laugh the last week and a half.  Am I supposed to be here in my spiritual search, or do I need to continue on my own?  There are some special police out there who I wish I could just ask for guidance as well.  Evidence is out there, but I must gather my own.  This is how this works.  Police presence was mighty last night here at Starbucks, in Fridley.  I picked up 2 Columbia Heights cars come through and 3 Fridley units.  I got home and was able to sleep.  I ask for some space to figure out this quagmire.  This is a tough day to write so I will just put this to bed with a quiet period.