The cool, soft air whispers quietly, not noticing that this is usually the time of day when the heat of the afternoon sun grows rank and stale. The breeze flutters playfully and ever-so-gently, caressing the weary world with its breath.
I wonder if anyone else has noticed. Life rushes on, with meetings and deadlines and obligations, but the beauty of a calm October day is as oblivious to this as the people are to it.
People. Too much cruelty, too much evil, too much stupidity. Too little trust, too little honesty, too little virtue. Too many annoying people.
Sleep beckons, but it must be as confused as the day itself, for it is not even dinnertime yet. And my nights have been peppered with strips of wakeful overactivity of my mind, as it hurls along its many lonely paths.
If it keeps getting so hopelessly lost, why am i still here?
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