Under The Earth

Now I know what must be written next. In fact, two things which must be written next. Now it isn't a matter of having anything to write, but having the energy, and perhaps the courage to write. Right now I just don't have the energy or the strength to journey to that place where the writing's done. I don't think I'm able to walk through people right now, pick through their miseries and show off the unsightly things. A little longer, a little more rest then I will be back at it again. I will need hands to guide me. Call them spirits or angels or whatever, they will have to bring me through the next thing I write. They always have. Telling a story is like the eighty-fourth psalm to me. While passing through the bitter valley I find refreshing streams on my way.