Time and a Place

As the flow of our lives carries us along, we ride the waves of our wasted moments, careless of the final destination. From indifferent dalliance to inconsequential liaison, we wander through the rubble-strewn avenues of our erstwhile ambitions and anile aspersions, oblivious of the obvious as we set ourselves adrift in the nascent sea of our unmitigated stagnancy.
And from this unambitious predisposition, this unflinching devotion to the ease of our own overt ineffectuality, we find ourselves sapped of any and all vibrancy, devoid of any purpose and mindlessly wasting away the immaterial moments of our extraneous existences.
Yet does not this process itself consist of, and to a certain extent indirectly direct us toward, at least some modicum of meaning? Propitiated implications bookmark the inimical nature of our ubiquitous umbrage, enraged yet somehow simultaneously somber and admittedly a pinch inchoate. And the apparitions of our past precede the impassioned perfidy of our profligate privation, documenting and archiving the transcripts, and in the semblance of sentimentality, with semi-sincerity toasting the salvaged scrawls, and the irretrievable tidbits, which combined comprise this chapter in the imperfection of our unplotted and aimless meander...
It might be that this vacancy and lack of direction was meant to happen just as it did, but upon that let us not speculate.
Perhaps, as we are often told through out life, there really IS A Time And A Place for everything..
Much Love,
~Codaniel~