All alone again. Is it the sadness in this beauty or the beauty in this sadness? Regardless, it seems they have drawn me in, again. Inward, outward, downward, then upward with the breeze my mind blows. Trying to show me something? Something I'm still incapable of understanding I'm sure. Something in the way the cold breeze blows around me. Then through me. It consoles me somehow in this wild place. And the sun shines bright on the creek. Meandering through the complex of overgrowth I can see the way through it all. Jack reminds me that sometimes the heart ain't no place to be singing from at all. And this bolt of bright color in a world gone grey. The brush finds its way back to the canvas and adds another passage somehow. For some reason I'm still unable to comprehend.
This touch of warmth in a world so cold. Is there really a message or am I just dreaming where there is not but silence? Indifference. Why do I seek to be alone out here? Alone in places like this where pagan voices still echo off the hills. To be alone but not lonely. Saddened but encouraged by the struggle of the living things around me in a similar situation. In a moment of deep compassion my heart goes out to them. Do they too fight to find meaning in this sunshine? Do they really reach out to me? Or is it just the romantic seeking arbitration? I find my footing in the snow again and manage a smile.
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