Solitary Being in Solitude
Across a bridge that doesn’t exist that spans a gully created by a river that scurried to the sea I stand alone. So this image begins a muse of more words of my dreams and you. I don’t know how to say how I feel but I do try. Detachment like any out of body experience is looking at myself sans emotion and it hurts to realize how cold I can be at times. Neither can I defend those times of detachment nor can I allow myself to know I’ve seen solitude as my most perfect reality. I must constantly call on my dreams or believe there is a natural progression that will take place in time. Bridges have fascinated me for a very long time but some I may never cross. If I find a place to rest my complex and imagining mind across a bridge will I take that walk. Will I walk to that place in that cluster of trees next sands overlooking the ocean and find you there. There is no distance between us only years. There is no discernible future other than today and I don’t care. All that matters is that solitude I occasionally find when it’s possible to dream and the pleasure of your smile.