Yet another semi-sleepless night...

…up at two on with Dylan, Wisdom Indexfinger heavy on my mind; lonely days & nights, solo breakfasts & a thousand yard stare from The Fool In The Mirror await me, the future is permeated with misery; happiness, such as it is/briefly was, boards a wide-body Lufthansa & is gone in a moonlit flash. My heart plummets to earth. For all too brief a time I was youth incarnate again, Wisdom riding shotgun, well, at least in my addled head I was young again, the reality was that the age differential cannot be ignored. You think you’re 19 when you are 62 but you are not - the twilight years are on me, she is in the sunrise of life seeking (and born to) an uncommon destiny. Nu, I am blue, I tell you…