will pass through today. glen coe.

somewhere in my mind is a place where the thoughts don’t connect, they skip over a few areas, getting scattered and then i ask an odd question or take an alternative route on a path. it might be a missing part but in the same aspects a tree in the forest is left alone since the wood is not suitable to be used, this oddity has been a bit of an ability or advantage in a world that does not always go to the victors and where the race is not in a straight line.

such is the life we live. finding a safe and suitable balance of what gets us enough, and then we begin the swings of emotions and if you have time, questioning the point of it all. thinking about our place in it all, trying not to react to everything that comes into our field of vision but planning out routes that fulfill some manifest that we were never given.

again and again until it all blacks out. until the reality is lost in something else. until you stop combining your conscious with reality. at some point they break, your body might still be here but your mind goes elsewhere. every decade is a new me, one that is somewhat connected to the old but in no way the same. change is the only thing that is constant. holding onto moments that keep changing.