As I sit alone in the brisk, cold air watching smoke roll off my lips and fingertips, I can only ponder few things. It’s not that my mind is void of what should be more important, however, that’s a matter of opinion. But, it’s my biggest flaw. Being alone creates a bubble that I cannot burst. I tend to over analyze the thing in my life that should be the least of my worries. Sometimes, I can burst the bubble by baking or photographing. Unfortunately, the kitchen is bare and it’s the time of the year when things are least beautiful. I fight with myself, internally. I make lavish thoughts seem reasonable and I over complicate things I’ve been told to accept and leave alone. Will I always be this way? Am I too interested in the future of my life to actually live my life right now? I justify it with the notion that nothing is forever, so what’s the point? Why do people think like that anyway? Why don’t we make things last forever? Why don’t we make it work? My concluding thought: If I leave him alone, he’ll come closer. Then that’s what I shall do.