Sometimes, when you are sitting in a town just, watching the world go by...watching as life steadily slips past your eyes, you cannot help but want to run. There are times when seeing the world rush about it's business as I take the time to breathe, that I feel I am the lucky one. Then there are the times where I feel I am the one wasting away.

I am sat in the tower, it's not as peaceful as the water but I do not want to face the whirlwind of thoughts and memories it conjures. I can see the moon, my moon...waning, making it's path across the night sky sedately. I love the subtle light, I can see the bright lamps of Dundee burning like little stars, mirroring the heavens. There is a border, a thin line between peacefully quite and achingly alone. I am not sure which I have accomplished this night. The flashes of light from the towns bustle call to me, yet drive me into solitude.

The air is fresh here, the breeze holding a little chill, blowing across my skin. Every so often it carries the remnants of laughter and chatter to my ears. Fragments of words lost to the wind, my mind wanders so much of late that is all I hear mostly anyway, even when sat amidst the idle chatter. Removed, my connections few and far between and I am so thankful for them, even though I am watching them slip away slowly.

I am back to missing people again....I guess I accomplished achingly alone