Its difficult surrendering to the night.I sit here and stare out into the darkness , the abyss , the night sky. It's been unusually cold lately . The voice on the radio is my only companion .I struggle with the darkness , I fear for what is to come. Faint lights in the distance , from up here I can imagine what every one of them sees.Love , hope, sorrow , joy . I know there is loneliness out there .Man it's cold tonight.It's late and my alarm will wake me out of my sleep by five am . My duvet drapes my body ,the down hugs me gently. I cocoon myself in my thoughts.The man on the radio says there is a cold weather alert "no fucking kidding"Pack it in and do it all over again tomorrow, JOY!
The Toronto Star tells us to ask why. So I'm asking, ...why?
ReplyDeleteYou ask why. I have come to two conclusions, no one cares, or no one hears me.
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ReplyDeleteI used to think so too. But i have come to believe now that despite all the odds that I or rather we talk about, we strangely are still walking; maybe trudging but still walking. There is certianly more to life than simply giving up.
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