My eyes gleam like midnight diamonds, as old memories faint into nothingness. So much has happened since yesteryear. Change is a friend I welcome and despise. And myself? Well...that's to be discovered.

Ambivalence associates itself with everything.

And I wish that I could be a morning person just for a day, so I don't have to seek extreme motivation to watch the sunrise. I've only seen it creep through white venetian blinds on days I suffered from restless sleep. I want to enjoy it on a brisk, autumn morning with sweetened, hot tea in my hands. I'd let the silence overwhelm me.

My smile would parallel the sun climbing upward.

Self-abandonment left me on a vacant tangent, because my ideas are non-existent. If they were to exist, I wish they were tangible. I'd squeeze theme like lemons, and let their innards drip down my aching throat to the pit of my existence. I wouldn't mind if I suffered indigestion, or heart-burn for that matter.

My inspiration is like an empty well of wishful thinking.

I stare at the clock, so accustomed to the rhythmic ticking of life forces. My blurred vision lacks the acute awareness that predators prowl the night with. I need something to hit me and wake me from mediocrity.

Tomorrow is another day.