Dusty windows fill my eyes. No ambition to wipe away those years of waste and want.

Looking out, I see the sky laying ever so gently upon the tree tops. Soft caresses fly by wisping the edges of forever with flits of motion here and there.

A cool breeze reminds me that there are better things to do, better things to think of ~ yet my soul craves this sweet escape and bravely wants to stay here for as long as the body will hold out.

How I wish the soft felt of that small creature flying by, held enough to buy some free time ~ but I stand on heavy legs in the midst of cold nightfall smacking at the small vampires pecking at my flesh.

Fine, I will go and return to this life.