The best way I can say it this morning.

[trippinoutlaw]

Rip myself to waking, force myself down this narrow corridor, to the person I have been playing.  It does not encompass all my emotions, my motivations, but it serves me well (enough).  And how have you been?  Did the sun greet you warm and smiling this morning?  Or catch you with a glare, sharp and blinding?  Are you well, or simply just surviving?  Sometimes it's hard to tell from the shadow in which I'm sitting.  Though, while I play with these ideas like planets in circular motion, watching light crawl across the floor - I'll see, at times, things align in perfect position.  And I'll smile, embracing the moments silent harmony.  Playing with power I think I've found.  (stumbled upon)

I wish I could give you passion - but all I've got is this disengaged contemplation.