I'm still chasing impossible dreams, like a madman reaching for the stars.
I'm still unattached, untethered, like a ship without anchor, drifting with the unpredictable currents of life.
I'm still happy; most of the time, just never completely happy.
I am still very much 'incompletely' happy.
Here's something I wrote the other night that just about sums it up;
As dawn rises over the city
I slip unnoticed into bed
with memories like silent movies
flickering through my head
Images may remain forever
like paintings on permanent display
but sound...is fading with time
and time...is fading away