Light

A light burns brightly up ahead. While I can't see it clearly I take the first step towards it. I can feel the warmth radiating from it even from this great distance. Its comforting and I want to let it wash over me. I want to embrace it, hold it close and never let it go. I take a few more steps, and very slowly I start to see a shape take form. It fills me with hope, and I want to run towards it, to find out what it is, but I must go slow. I have to keep this slow pace, building the anticipation, the excitement, and the wonder of the unknown. My mind races with possibilities wondering what I've found.

Do I dare let myself be taken in by this new wonder?
Do I dare let myself go into the unknown?

The light is burning ever brighter, it calls to me, inviting me in, to feel its warmth and radiance. I'm still a long way from finding the source. I continue to put one foot in front of the other. I let my mind go and it returns with beautiful visions of what lies ahead.

I've let myself go.
I've given myself to the unknown.

Fog

Fog rolls in and shrouds the view. No longer can anything be seen except for what lies directly ahead. Even that is fuzzy and distorted. Looking around trying to find a clue as to what direction to go. All that surrounds is gray. No clues, no hints, no directions, just gray.

Thoughts best left unsaid

I started writing tonight and then decided when I was finished that what I wrote shouldn't be shared with the world. I had some thoughts that I can't publish. Its not because I'm afraid of what I said, but because I'm afraid it would change my world and provide influence where there shouldn't be. I'd like to say that one day I'll decide to bring it to the front, but I don't foresee that day happening. Suffice it to say, at least getting it out and saving it for my own reflection was worth it.

And on that note, I'm going to bed.

Night kids.

Small and insignificant

Small and insignificant hurtling through space waiting to collide into something to that brings order to the chaos. Rejection has a way of putting life into perspective. Even though the feeling shouldn't exist it does, it doesn't change the way I feel. At least I had a brief moment of happiness. A brief moment where for once the world felt good and right. I'll always have that at least but it isn't helping now. Now I just feel small and insignificant.

In the end this will all fade, and all I'll be left with is the good. I wish things were different though, the timing better, the world was a place that actually makes some sense once in a while. I know that will never happen. I know that things will never make sense in this world. Its a fact of the Universe that must be accepted to even be able to survive. Life is never easy, but I guess that's what makes us who we are. Makes us into the people we grow up to be before we fall into the endless darkness. Darkness seems to be a very comforting place, a place were all confusion leaves and all that is left is nothingness and bliss. Maybe its in that time just before, that this fucked up world actually makes sense. That would explain why no one knows what is ever truly going on. Why we all just seem to run around aimlessly and not make any sense of anything at all.

Someday, life will actually work out the way I think it should. Someday.