At large

Everyday, I wake up and think of the person I am going to be. Think thru repercussions. Think thru places, episodes. Think of reactions. Think of arguments. Of laughter. Of the turn of a phrase. Of the length of a smile. Think of meeting people known. Unknown. Think of a touch that was. That may be. I think of a reason for happiness. For a smile. For beauty. Think of being bored, getting old, staying drunk. Think of vacuum. Of enveloping darkness. Of grappling with the past. The future. Of overlaying memories. Think of the screech of ink on paper. Of friends . Of making them. Losing them. Of reconciliation. Of the road. Of music. Of signing off. Of sighing. Everyday, I wake up and think me out of my life.