Nights obviously are getting colder. We must find things to bring us closer. Create. Heat and comfort and well, this must be the most comfortable spot in the world. I can’t believe it’s already September. Can’t believe I’ve made it this far without fucking up once. So far. And us three and us two and I. I, here and now. Cold, feeling the breeze between us and thinking that’s mighty fine too.
Looking through. It’s not enough to look ahead. Who knows how far you can really see? The answer is in the distance. And balance is within my reach.
Nothing is ever enough. I know I can do so much more. Here is relative. Defining this moment as significant another marker at which I can glance once in a while. Look back at. For balance. I missed a few, not always willingly. But I’ve never really integrated regret into the drawing of the path. And again, not always on purpose.
Purpose*. Distance*. Balance*.
*Suggested readings to be taken with a grain of salt. Or a big fat one.