What comes next?

I was 23 when I met the young soul in question. He was bonny and had a deep laugh. But life came hard for him and last week it was just too much...he didn't have the ability to find his words so he crossed over with intent. And now I look at my own young souls and I just wonder what I can do to keep them in this world, with their words and heart.

I've been thinking a great deal about trust as I make a new scrapbook - alchemically designed to tap into my softer feminine underbelly. The armour is heavy and I've been standing guard too long.

I keep saying that I don't know what comes next except 'more.' Truth is, some days, I am not even sure there is 'more.'