So, it's been a while. I've really missed everyone and I want to get back in the devigroove if you will. I am writing a book right now and I would really really like feedback. It's called Symmetry, and I'm writing a chapter every week so if you're interested I would love it if you would follow along, if not, then it's good to be watching you again

Bec

I laid there completely still, staring into the midnight sky, I was an astronomer, finding the meaning of life through my naked eye. I blocked out all of the fires of Earth with my own two hands and let the stars fill the world with honest light. I laid there in awe and each second I felt closer and closer to them. I felt closer and closer and suddenly, they began to spin further and further away from me. I felt them slipping into the greedy depths of the universe, escaping into the millions of miles of nothingness, just like I could feel everything I loved drifting slowly, silently away from me, into a sea of similar faces all chanting the same word. Change. Change. Change.

I could have laid there forever, through the seasons, centuries and eras, just watching the heavens open up. I could have watched the stars walk away from me for the rest of time, until the day that they would finally disappear completely, robbing me of all true beauty. I could have let go of this planet and floated through the galaxy with them. But I didn't. Instead I stood up, brushed the grass off of my shoulders, and walk slowly away from my little patch of patted existence, where I left my ever changing mind to the ever growing sky. And the stars twinkled lightly, their way of waving goodbye.

"So I was driving," she said, "and I was thinking about life and how we're all so broken and inconsistant, like the weather and its twists and turns, and I realized that I'm totally on my own. I'm out here, on this road, all alone, no one to swerve in front of me and no one to help me if I get off course. So is that good or bad? Is it better to be alone because there's no one in your way, or with someone who'll be there if you need them?" She looked to me for a response. I didn't give one, just stared back at her.
"Well anyway, my point was, there's some choices in life you shouldn't have to make, they should just come at you so you have no way out. Like there's some things you just don't want to know, questions that you don't want answers to. Sometimes you just have to take what you get, kid."
I looked away from her and she continued to talk about life, or something like it.

And all the while, the dotted lines were running away to seek comfort in things more solid than themselves.

Placid.

Hallelujah.