When someone tells you the want you and all they do has been motivated by this desire for you and then they disappear into the silent abyss of too far away (and that is supposed to be no place, just ask Richard), what can you do but sit and stare into space wondering if the stars mean more than the light you see or if the rainbow really has a pot of gold at the end that you might someday discover and any sort of distracting thoughts that you grasp onto like colorful strings tied to shiny balloons that are filled with light and hope to rise above the darkness of wondering if the abyss is all there really is to this life.*

* and perhaps the reminder of the same old routine is really the nudge to move on in disguise.