Meet Me In The Fog

Its late. The children are asleep. The sky is dark. Once again, loneliness is my comfort. The day brings noise. It brings patterns. Soul ties. But the silence gladdens me. I've watched the world crumble in my hands, unable to escape the memory of it because the light gave such clarity that my minds eye was pierced. The pain that I've brought weighed the scales against me. But here, here I can be free. I can put the burdens down. I can breathe. I can contemplate. My journey has been long, and is still far from over. I used to think about what I did not know.