Fallen from the usual amenities and conveniences that are most likely necessary for existence... right now I do not write. I do not do most things I used to do, rather I fill my time pondering my own self worth. The existence of my self is as the ebb and flow of the tide... cycling through each day and season with consistency. Asking the universal flow for a faster and more efficient way to process this essential being...cells collide to form a combination of matter that is my flesh and bone. "What is it that you want?". Saying to you and seeking what is given, still I long for a past encounter to reclaim my soul but I would suppose that "love the one you're with" is more appropriate. Choosing to be here is the choice and the warm sun floods my skin; the chill in the air will wait.
