Know Thyself

And as the sun made it's way to set, I chased it through the park; migrating towards different benches to gather some light before it disappeared completely behind the buildings. Only a little more sunlight to know I wasn't completely out of its reach, not outcast to the cold depths where the miserable lurk. To know that one day, maybe sooner than later, I would be warm again, even through the coldest days.

Stupid metaphor, I know. But it felt good, I guess, considering I had no energy for the majority of the day. I shuffled along. I guess it's back to shuffling now.

I'm lost. Trying to find myself - somewhere between where I last was and where I got lost.

Later on that night, as I made my way through the house, I made sure it was still. There's no need to cry in front of an audience.