The days come and go as they always do. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but always the same, one after the other, until we are left wondering where all the time has gone. not knowing what else to do, but to try and keep track of them as they go by., but even that doesn't always seem to be enough. Attempting to mark my days with words and music. Quiet, uneventful, willing to believe in just about anything, but the facts of my life. we all have facts of our lives that we may not always want to look at, but they are there, whether we choose to see them or not.
Am I being cryptic, I don't think so because we all have that place on the inside of our lives, where the rule us lives. When we have those quiet moments when we are alone or at night when we cannot sleep. when life gets too close or seems to be a million miles away. when the only thing that we can do is to just keep on moving and hope that we can outrun it all. That works only for so long and we still end up facing ourselves.
Do it goes. Press on regardless.