Content Alone

As I bed down this year, I can see the streaming air embrace my future. There is fog in the comprehension of my dreams, pause with my action. I look back…there are people…and there is me. To many it is hard to understand; some of us are content alone. We want to mold those among us…yet we do not want to be molded. Our Presence is sometimes just that…a smear in the cool air of winter…a breath waiting to be confirmed.

My resilience will bear the downfall of tomorrow’s hope. I will be waiting another day to relinquish my faculties. There will not be any discussions of my failures, nor celebrations of my successes. It is just another year, alone. I can make a deal with myself to find another, but it’s not always in the hand. I can spend another year making excuses and forgiving myself, or I can run through the day leaving my sorrows behind.