Needing a foundation standing, I live for communion with peace, within the mist of my airy abyss The dark of my past is commanding, beckoning me. The darkness there compels me to enter. To live, I feel I must enter. The light of day urges me. I perceive the barrier of my window, and the trees, and the grasses, and all moving things outside.
Simple pleasures are shallow and temporal.
I fear that I could become but a dream of some sleeping over'soul somewhere. A passing fantasy in the sky. To live, and only be vaguely known. To only vaguely feel the memory of all that has been, and proceed directly beyond and become the oblivious dust from which we came. I know not, within this eternity, how to open up as I once was.