Quasar

I'm alone and I don't know what to do.

I lay awake at night thinking of an alternate life.

Do I learn to love my present, or yearn for a future of days past?

My thoughts and experiences all dissolve with the night.

The morning dew moistens the potential of a new day.

Who will I be tomorrow?

Shadows of the sunrise; picturesque sunsets.

I'm inspired by the hues of a day reaching its end.

The sun must set to see the stars.

I excrete tears daily, it cleanses the soul.

Silence serenades me to sleep. My favorite part of the day - a miniature death.

Where do I go in my dreams?

A gentle breeze comes and goes.

The smell of earth after rain.