Dreams and promises.

Ephemeral vignettes of potential futures
Goals we choose to chase or let fade.

We stumble through life doing the best we can
The best of our breed serve more than themselves
And it's the honest pursuit of shared goals that give greatest hope.

Some months ago I found myself torn from orbit around A-star
I let go of everything; even her.
I closed my eyes and became a sleeper
drifting through darkness, space, and time.

The clarion call was my own voice
It shattered my sleep with a ferocious roar
Demanding that I fight: "Start with yourself."
And so I did. I thought, I spoke, I wrote. I fought.
For me. And also for her. She just didn't know it. Maybe I didn't either.

And so it was a surprise when she called after months,
Inviting me into her home, her space, her arms.
We talked. We shared. We held. We kissed.
It was only strange in how good and right it felt: Home.

We embraced desire, trading memories of the past for experiences in the present.
We were both very much the same, and yet so very different.
One day turned into two, two into three.

The future can have promise, but it isn't promised to us.
We have to choose it, we have to be its champions.

This is my purpose and place.