I was sifting through some old documents and found some writing I did many years ago.
My mindset was very different then: grim, depressed, dark and moody. One piece titled "Solitude", made little sense now, but I liked the end for some reason:
"The sounds, the words, the wonder of just thinking;
thought without direction, momentary aberrations of time and space;
amazement of imaginary journeys."
The unusual aspects of finding this today was in conjunction with several "Left Behind" movies I watched recently , and a book I am currently reading, "Kéthani" by Eric Brown. Journeys through time and space have always interested me.