The sunrise shined bright upon a lawn blanketed in morning dew. It looked like a million mini streetlights, lit up with every early sun ray that poked through the clouds. Every drag on my cigarette became slower as the moon faded above me. Time came to a sedated halt, seconds became hours.
I was alone but I didn't mind - not here, not now. Birds sang melodies of Miles Davis as I provided the rhythm, tapping my foot on the cold cobblestone below. For once, in that moment, I was at peace. No unfamiliar faces or familiar phone calls. There were no cars on this winding back road, not on this particular morning. It was Sunday and the summer was young. Mist floated over, under, and around me. The breeze was warm like the mid July sun.
In this time and at this place, we take two steps forward and three steps back. The paradox of our very existence. The figurative yet literal combination of space and time. We, as a species, are meant to adapt and evolve; we must accept this fact or we will never survive the future, not together at least.
We need to become comfortable in our own skin. If we rely on the happiness of others for our own personal serenity, we will come face to face with disappointment every single time. It's solely up to us, to be responsible for our own emotions.
