The universe surrounds me with some bittersweet chaotic mist. Flailing out alone and misguided amongst the stardust and debris.  Helpless to it all.  For fate is the fortune of the beasts within.  Paths that I shall never again cross and roads I shall never take. Highways I should have never driven and cemetarys desecrated with the remains of the too soon dead. 

But tonight I shake my head at the falling star and breathe in the hysteria. As I burn beneath a Summer Moon. Yet again lost to this world and yet so very content