Tonight

I went out tonight. But, not like I usually do. Tonight I watched. And I watched, and I watched, and now I’m home. Sitting here typing, candle light, warm blanket, thinking. Thinking mostly. About before, about right now, about after, then later. Later mostly. I swear time creeps up. Now my thoughts are obsessed. It seems I’m constantly on the chase but all I want to do is stop running. I just want to get there already. But, time has passed, it creeps on by, and I am home typing, candle light, warm blanket, thinking.