All Along

Puddles across the rippling stream water, sitting by the creek in the gray afternoon. All alone like it's always made sense to be, feeling bad for no exact reason. There's always a hole that never goes away. Will it ever go away? What do I have to do to relax my mind? The thing that feels the best is reading books I read a long time ago. Running also helps to sort things out. I need to read more. But for as long as I can remember, there's always been something that makes me want to go sit in the corner and stare out the window.