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Wandering through a desolate town, again in my own thoughts it seems to be taking its toll.
Finding myself always peering around for something... but what?
Still trying to apply a forward perspective in positive expectations which gets harder as the days pass but not improbable.
How many suns have set and moons have risen?
I'm grateful for everything yet lacking in everything as well.
Existence when awakened hits like a meteor crashing into the sea crackling, fizzling to a dull simmer, eventually dissipating as the day wears.
Being reminded briefly of mortality as the sandman visits harboring places dreadfully unpleasant making for a most enjoyable reality.
Yet I comfort in the nights embrace and revel for the suns warmth!
This is when I met Ambivalence.