Chasing Ghosts

I'm halfway Home.

Patient and waiting in the wings, willing and able, wanting and wondering, those are my definitions. The days push past as drab and vibrant as they intended. I stand aside and nod. That is my purpose right now. Observing what is and what will never be, seeing what is not and will always be.

Sometimes breathing intoxicates me. Other times, it chokes me.

The leaves are falling now. They're letting go and finding their way down. They're going where they must go.

Some days I see far too much. Other days... well, I simply envy the blind.

Either way I figure I'm just chasing ghosts in the dark.