Today things have changed yet again. I find myself alone in this planetary orbit. I figured that was truth all along, but I forget it when things are too easy, when company is too ready, when I get lost in the triviality of the day to day. I feel as though I forgot myself, as though now I am for the worst, but that can hardly be true. How would I react differently, or how would I have changed, or remained unchanged? I feel such tension and nervousness, in my shoulders, and the cold seems more harsh on my hands and feet. I feel frozen in time. I don't feel compelled to run, or do, but even with simply sitting here I feel as though I am hiding, or waiting out some unforeseen evil or injustice to come. I feel as though I may be the best off if time were just to speed past, and get me out of this place of tension, get me past this living in the unknown, in the foreign. But, then I wonder, what do I have to return home to? A lackluster job, or a premature university entrance, the purchase of a car, the reminder of the things I left behind. No, here I have money, and adventure, and travel, and sun, and new experiences, and dreams, and mountains, and goals, and the full completion of something hard and trying.

Tread onward, upward,
gentle Coward.
What are you afraid of?
The night of vast scintillation?
The prying hands of dawn?

The spoken motto,
"World do your worst"
was not spoken only in company.

Fragile.
The slightest hand or wind should topple,
yesterdays braggart, champion, idealist.
What foresight would benefit,
what precautions calm the heart?