This is beautiful space; clear and crystal and smooth, yet mountainous, vast, intimate.
Intricate, just like our minds, memories, hopes and our pasts...set in granite and in stone; foretelling unknown futures and meandering through dramatic landscapes from time to time.
I miss the calmness of a sensible mind I can call my own.
I miss the fulfillment of spaces that should be filled by the sensibilities of me.
I miss the feeling of ignorance and of normality, whatever that should be.
And it's not me.
His tender and concerned words filtered through tonight.
I miss him.
