i can see the sun going down, behind the mountains which are behind the lake and i am stuck in this office. i want the fresh breeze on my face... the gentle lake shore air to tunnel into my lungs. i need the sand under my feet and the warmth of that burning globe to touch my face as the only lover i have ever truly known.
instead i sit here. my eyes watered from a troubled mind and lonely soul. my only source of comfort going on without me. leaving me in my own pathetic rituals, behind walls, under artificial lights with people who do not care.