It was better when you weren’t here for then my mind was at peace.
It was better to be alone and understand my inevitability and circumstance than to toss undecidedly in my thoughts as I do in days most recent.
Now I think and wonder and become curious about unusual things that take up much of my time and attention.
I think wide about the possibility or outcomes and their merits, of you and me and all life in between. I focus on a fascination, driven by no material objection about a subject I’m yet so unfamiliar.
May I be aware.