long late walks

I have been taking these long late walks, wandering witching hours – when the only witnesses I encounter are the stars, and they are light years away, cold and distant in the yawning darkness.
In my aloneness, I grapple with all the things I’ve suppressed throughout the day; the dull ache of disappointment, the emptiness of doubt, the general weariness of existence.
I remember all too well the wisdom words a 16 year-old Jackson Browne sang: “Don’t confront me with my failures, I have not forgotten them.”
I know, they’re there.
I just can’t figure out how to deal with them.
Though my feet end up tired and aching and I gnaw my lips raw, I find no easy answers. You do what you need to do. Like Elvis Costello says – every day you write the book.
That’s all there is.
In the end, life is fragile and too short,
and it will always break your heart.