The Return

What better time to write than at 2 am?  Another night of being awakened by yet another vision forever etched in the hidden corners of my subconscious. My body longs for sleep while my mind goes through every thought and memory trying to make sense of the madness.  The silence tonight is deafening. The loneliness, crippling. 

Is this life?  Is this living?  Is there more out there?  

Our lives become a blur.  Things going by us a million miles an hour as we miss out on the things that matter.  When was the last time you went outside and just looked up on a clear dark night?  Just took a deep breath in of the cool crisp air?  When was the last time you took note of the sun casting an array of orange and pink hues on the clouds as it is tucked in for the night. When was the last time you let yourself get lost in conversation?   
 
Visit those things that stir your affections to live again. Visit them often.  Daily.  Loose yourself in them.  Enjoy the beauty of life.  Look up at the stars, enjoy the cool breeze.  Talk about the things in life that should really matter.