Today

Another place hides in its darkness, secreted from my knowing. I dream a dream to it in blankness, and the evening is still and the birdsong is no longer. A name is on my mind, someone I am not acquainted with, only their words have spoken to me somewhat, when I have read over them. I focus so slightly and wonder if this is the direction for me to turn to, to discover something that I almost sense that I have to find, that I somehow seek to find, without being fully conscious of it. I allow the idea to drift until I see more of these words tomorrow. Today there was strangeness in the day and I felt myself lost within its shape, I was a stranger to this particular day. It didn't present itself to me. It sought to ignore me and I sat in the evening of this day wasting time, passing time. I wanted to still avoid it, and I wanted to look into its heart. I wanted the truth of it all no matter how much it didn't want me, nor didn't want to appeal to me.