The future! A bright light on the horizon,  like a never ending sunrise. So promising. Until you realize your walking towards the sunset. Your directional compass led you astray. What you were so sure of, is suddenly lost. All that ground, spilling through your hands like water. And that's when you realize you never really held anything. You can't trap the wind. Suddenly, a huge burden is taken off your shoulders. The false world you held on your shoulders is gone. And you are free to try again.

Far from the forest, in the other jungle, restless she sways. The cookie cutter corners draw blood from her psyche. Relaxed, she is, in the omnipresenet life that thrives deep and rich. Her heart hides somewhere in a gore, but only cold stones and black pavement surround her now.

The Maker's words felt like colored glass in her palm. She knew they held something precious inside them. Some lingering thought, that she could almost just grasp, but not quite. It left her feeling inadequate, holding too few of the remaining puzzle pieces. But she knew deep inside, she hoped anyway, that it would all fit in the end. That it was all part of some grand plan.

Another night ends too soon. The sleeper ends up in his bed. The fighter throws beer. The lover's plans run a foul. The party that never was. If time was reverse, how right, it could all go right. Instead everyone leaves with distaste in their mouth. Maybe for the better. The poet makes no sense of the world in a drunken state. Good night.