200 miles away from home
For once, the uncertainty is exactly what I want. Enough sur/real possibilities that could all be shot down at a moments notice. Possibilities I wouldn’t put a penny on. Possibilities I don’t want to hope for. Possibilities I want to hope for, but refuse to. At the drop of a hat everything disappears. Live in the moment because that’s exactly how long you can have it. The clock ticks and you can’t remember where you were headed. Go ahead, try to step backwards. Even if you can, you won’t be in the same place you were standing before. Everything looks the same, but oh how they’ll lie to you.
The past is gone, the present is cruel, and the future…
Well, it’s a good thing uncertainty is something I can be happy about.