A lot of the time we are given is spent in a nearly stagnant state, in a most disturbing sort of internal quiet - waiting
. Almost spider-like, starving while we think of all of the things that could and probably should be done before the day burns
, before the sunset and fumbling towards the kind of restless sleep reserved for the truly weary soul. We are given a pen and a thousand blank pages and we are told to create a life, our own. We are presented with too many complicated possibilities and proceed to spend nearly three quarters at the very least
of our relatively short lives finding a direction - finding a way to drown the second thoughts
that inevitably fill every head.
It is easier, when a head is very heavy, to borrow shoulders, a lap, a chest. It is comforting to slip into someone else
, for a while. It is even more lovely when someone happens to be able to leave you convinced that you will not always live in a semi-conscious kind of world. The kind where days slip by before you notice you've missed the better part.
Sometimes, I think, I need things and people like you
to remind me why it is nice to note the coming and going of a day. It is nice to be reminded, however inadvertantly, that it is okay to dream and it is okay to think that I will make something of myself
, despite all of this.