So much good lost among the bad, overlooking the mythical replaced with reality. Must we always venture towards the worst in us?
Are fairy-tale endings a thing of the past, wandering in our intellect? Discovering we are not alone is fact, no longer fiction, as we open our eyes and see our neighbor, sweating in the day’s heat and freezing in the coldness of the moon’s light.
Time, another notion to keep us off guard for surprise moments stretched into eternity, whatever eternity may be. Time itself is mythical, defined in many ways, yet staunch and unapologetic. So cruelity rules the day and monotony by night as the sky appears the same. Stars wane while the Big Dipper remains, twinkles to our beat, scoops out the heart.