Time

I know this much: that there is objective time, but also subjective time, the kind you wear on the inside of your wrist, next to where the pulse lies. And personal time, which is the true time, is measured in ones relationship to memory. No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away, i have not wish to erase any memories, but life goes on, just living, existing is not enough, time never stands still and with that i cannot stand still i must grow, move forward on the path i have been walking for many years. I am not getting any younger but i am not old enough to contemplate spending the rest of my days alone, The Master i knew and loved left me quite some time ago, prior to His last few weeks so i can say that i have been a  Master less slave for 7 months now and accordingly i have looked to find another who is willing to Master the screaming loudly sub that has been fighting the mourning wife for quite a while now and i have today been accepted by a wonderful man who i know is strong enough to calm the inner slave who is struggling to be heard. And i thank Him for even considering attempting to quell the raging needs i have.i have no doubt He will control in a way i need to be controlled. But only time will tell