Sometimes in the still of night
I sit awake,
Quietly
Contemplating the stillness,
The quiet stillness of
Solitude.
Some may call it loneliness,
Others, too afraid to name it.
But I sit amongst the stars
Lost in thought
And contemplation.
Floating in an undiscovered world
A state of undisputed freedom
And when my mind awakes
I realize I am home.
Fictional Tendencies 
January 10, 2018 at 6:00 am
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January 10, 2018 at 6:48 am
Something about the simplicity in the atmosphere you create here of such a grand topic makes it so inviting and palatable. The image is a perfect companion to it.
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January 10, 2018 at 7:41 am
Thank you Carl. While I appreciate the kind words on what I write, I feel more rewarded by your commentary on the images I capture. Either way, thank you.
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January 30, 2018 at 7:58 am
This post is most probably true to a lot of people. I, for one, feel the same, and feel like this is how i feel, written in the words of somebody else.
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