The complete absence of any permanence in life is too apparent to me as of late. Nothing lasts, it is the only thing that stays the same.
Long departed loves still somehow cloud my head and leave me to wonder when the next will join them. All of these jumbled thoughts crowding my mind.
I have no reason to think he will be the same - except that it seems inevitable. (Nothing lasts.. especially not the good things.)
This persistent lack of focus must be related. Isn't it?
Almost 40, somehow, and I can't imagine where the years went. I can't imagine how I got here without ever achieving any of the things I wanted to.
Most days I don't really see the point of anything.