Why does our mind become so peaceful when we find ourselves standing upon the very edge of our own oblivion?
Why does that finality bring such (apparent) clarity to our eyes?
Do I realize the people I so often anxiously await to hear from, I know just as much about them in person, as I do the stars above the heavens in the night sky?
I know why I lost my talent for writing long ago, my thoughts were clearer in this state of mind…
It’s been a long time since I walked this particular road.
I’m not going anywhere bad, but sleep might evade me tonight.