as the sun spectacularly and rather regally, sat behind ominous clouds while casting brilliant light across an unsuspecting sky.
This is my solace.
I did not photograph it for that is, right now, beyond me.
I look for that part of my mind that hoards rational thought, that part that keeps one foot on the road even when the road is broken.
I no longer know, precicely, who I am.
I am gullible. Now, then and likely always..
I was struggling to separate reality from fantasy and now I find myself simply trying to tread through unfamiliar water.
The sunset and following moon and stars will, this night, be my comfort.
At least until the fireflies come.
I feel lost and misunderstood.
I don’t expect to feel differently tomorrow, but I am tougher than I look.
I could give up, but that is a coward’s way.
Tomorrow might be different, and if not, mayhaps the day after.
I am beaten, bruised and bleeding; but I’m not broken.
And soon, the fireflies will come.
I await the arrival of fireflies, or as referred to in the South, lightning bugs.
Either way, they will save me.
I await them.
This is a watrebug, not a firefly. Hoping for points for not being an imbecile.