Sunday, February 06, 2005
Lonestar
When the nights drags on, you know it's late when the crickets too take their rest. The still air so stagnant, it impedes your ever move.
A quiet peaceful night.
A welcome change from the week that passed. Time to take a deep breathe and rest.
My mind acts slowy, the effecs of a long night's vigil, it's numb, and numb I am. There's music in the air, a lonesome lullaby or a mournful requiem, accompaniment for the lonely night wind and the twinkling of the distant stars.
All is at rest, a therapeutic calm to ease the tired soul. Dreary.
The scene is perfect, but in that perfection, is accentuated a flawed picture. A solitary fault. But in that fault that one single fault, cannot be overlooked the glaring inadequacy.
I feel all alone. Not lonely, but alone.
A quandary, yes?
I find myself trifly perplexed.
Gavin
pondered @ 01:35
