What’s the reason for all of these changes happening around me? I feel the day becoming night as Winter nears and things so familiar become strangers.

I shatter the dreams to find purpose in my everyday. Each hour I sit waiting for a muse. Each hour I imagine having a lover to fill my thoughts. Each hour I long and desire for something I’ve never had.

You see these shifting sands as an end to everything but what if this is the beginning to something better than anyone could ever imagine?

I am wandering through days uncertain aware of these changes taking me deeper. I can feel the need to hold tightly to what was before but now is a history. I can see the fear of going forward into the mystery of tomorrow.

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