blue in dark

I looked up in the sky last night and it reminded me of just how small we all are. Our temporary state is but a snap of the fingers in time. The stars reflections are distinct memories of a universe that is vast and not understood. The Earth is a blue mark in a sea of blackness that has absolutely no end. To think for even a moment that we, with our reflectors and aired up tires, are so special and exciting as to believe that we are alone, is rediculous. The sky is as temporary as we are, but the darkness lasts forever.

my space

My loveless fascination has brought me serenity and lonliness at the same time. Whether I am the only one or not is not what is important. What is important is how valuable it is to me. It may seem static to the outside viewer, but to me it is the most important thing. In silence there is a constancy of tolerance wrapped around a heart that beats rhythmically. Sometimes I hear music so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes. On those occasions I am alone and not alone. I feel something else alongside that comforts me from the inside. In that place, that beautiful place, my space, I am free to think and move in a fashion clear from obstruction, temperment, and longing. There, alone, I have the time to be blank and unsorted. I have begun to enjoy the longing in silence.