Here I am again, me and the moon.........curled up on the jetty, watching the soft ripple of the water. The play of the moonlight as it highlights the tip of each subtle movement on the surface. It's mesmorising in it's own way. The bright white can shine through such a brethtaking range of blues as it refracts on the water. If I were to touch my fingertip to the surface, it would fragment the light so perfectly...the patterns such a simple beauty.

There are no brash sounds here, just the soft creak of the wood as I move, the play of the night crickets, and the soothing lull of the water as it laps around me. Wrapped tightly in my cloak, resting my head on my arm as I write..and just watch.. It's all so peaceful, all so comforting...so why don't I feel comforted?

Lost and torn, I am losing one thing to gain another..always losing...nothing seems to cure me, I wish I..hope I..have found whatever I am searching for.