The soma of summer

Words tumble from the stream of my consciousness like fruit from a truck barreling down a dirt road. My eyes weigh heavy as I prepare for a night of billowing slumber. I am trapped between days and hours, swinging from the branches of commitment to boredom. The present folds its self meticulously, repeating till the now is nothing but a moment I hope to reminisce of. I struggle for words to chisel the picture from my mind but i find my self hopelessly eluded.

Let us fend for tomorrow. For a time where we can pause in the examination of the present, and chose a deliberation that will manifest itself into the midway of reality, fathomed only in the dreams that await.

Goodnight.