Undead Astronauts

It seems that there will never be a time when everyone will be content on enjoying the night in there own quarters, wherever that may be. Tonight starts out as what has become typical…busy. Luckily, another occurrence that has become recurrent is my companionship. Every night it is somebody new, but every night the company is enjoyable.

Everyday I am amazed at the tribulations and triumphs that the body endures. Today to be reminded and humbled by variance and unpredictability. The nonagenarian that appears so frail has triumphed the trials of time; for to remain amongst us today, must be undoubtedly resilient in a manner my youth cannot understand. Yet in the same building, an anxious spirit whom has barely endured one fourth that time has drifted away, now calm.

As an bystander, I can only observe, for trying to make reason for such things will never be accomplished.

I now wonder if the dream I have set forth is achievable. As one man’s garbage is another man’s treasure; the time of the night I have accustomed to peace and quiet, is another’s darkness for upheaval and commotion. I can only hope that the commotion stays away from here.

As daylight draws upon us, the dream fades once more…..