One year later...

Ellipsis.

The word used to define the three little dots that end a neverending thought.

This is how most things end anyway.

Never really concrete.
Never really finished.
Just more or less fading off into the distance.
Riding into the sunset.

Maybe it's time to redefine.

How philosophical are you allowed to be?

It's probably not helping that at this point and time, Pink Floyd is playing in the background.
Old school.
The needle tracking along on the album with cracks and hums leaking through the sound system.

Beer in tow, I know it'll be one of those nights.

And I can't wait.

Maybe it's time to figure things out.
Maybe it's not.

I won't know until I pass it by.



You reached for the secret too soon
You cried for the moon...


So much pressing on my mind.
And never enough words to explain them all.