My Damn World

The thousand mile stare. Wondering about things that were that never were. Seeing the past in the future the present today. The rage that wants control that will never be freed quietly lying in wait for the crack to freedom. The knowledge of what could be and what was and what might be but may not. The loss of the power. The desire for its' return and the fear it won't. The peace of solitude and the sadness therein. The darkness coming and the light to follow. The laughter, the life, the joy, the tragedy. Staring at nothing. Hearing nothing. Feeling everything........