I want to be left in my thoughts tonight. Nothing quite satisfies the gloomy vastness of my mind this evening and I think it has to do with the chill of the night that inevitably comes.

I can't piece together what I'm feeling but you're constantly in and out of my thoughts as I look back on the haves and have nots.

I feel a sort of tiredness you feel when the whole world is just out of your grasp; despite my greatest efforts to stretch out my palm and catch every speck of light I can see dropping into the abyss.

Tonight I'm outside and inside of my existence, constantly trying to observe and act simultaneously but I know it cannot be done.

I cannot be the hero and the villain, I cannot be the sunlight and the starlight; it simply cannot be done.