Speckles

Finding myself, is what you could call it. That’s what it was in the beginning. Shifting thoughts and drifting dreams… Sifting through mountains of information, all to mean nothing. Nothing at all besides that I’m among the living. Strange as it sounds, it’s not unpleasant, but not particularly enjoyed. Seek for yourself, I’m tired. Wayward spirit, incongrous reality. I’m a Speckle.