Floating on the Whim of change...

Through the days of my life there has always been a sense of freedom.

In all the worlds that I have seen (for I believe we make our own worlds) I have felt like a constant, solid and always me. When I was a child it was ever thus, I made sense, my world made sense.

I see many worlds still.

Some seem confused and out of focus, hard to delve, out of reach and yet so familiar, like a dream that has faded with the morning light. Inhabited by transparent figures, asleep, misty and blurred.

Some times, in sharp relief, existence is so focused that it cuts, so real, tangible and hard.

I had a day of watching. Seeing. A sharp day, when colours are blinding and sounds are piercing. Alive.

Nothing happened that is worth talking about, I lived....thought things.......felt some stuff........grew older and am thankful for every second of it.

I will go to sleep a different person tonight, changed by the nothingness of today.

a Beautiful day.