When I stared into, these days, I can’t make sense, how did I, get here, to where I, currently, am?  When I stared into, these, days, I find it, interesting, to say the least, like I’m, on the, outside, looking in, examining, someone else’s, life.

When I stared into, these days, I found them, too ordinary, that they’d, bored me to death, then, I’d, spotted that tiny little spark of something, but it was, gone, in, a split-second, and that’s, left me, longing for something, don’t really know what.

like this???photo from online

When I stared into, these days, I just, told them to, pass quicker, to the point, that in a blink of an eye, a year’s, fly by, but, I’d, blinked, and I’m still, stuck on, T-O-D-A-Y, god DAMN it!!!

When I stared into, these days, what do I think I will find?  And, does that, really, matter at all, what I will find here?  Or, is the process of, discovering things about life itself, more important???