I was never good at being consistent.
In fact, the mere thought of planning a day ahead screams through my mind ripping it at the seams with a searing pain only paralleled by that of the mundane.

My mind is always distant. Off in the clouds whisked away by any light breeze  lucky enough to seize it's sails in a full blown misdirection.

It's a common misconception.  Some say its supposed to be this way.
People. Most people, go about their ornate days unable and unwilling to be swept up in the filigree.

The fragile, intricate, beautiful moments of each day.

I detest the societal saftey blanket we pull over our eyes.