World weary and soul tired, ground down by the daily grind, I wonder where to recharge my batteries so my heart might sing again. Gone down the tubes and down the drain, trying to find bottom only to sink in the muck, I seek a quiet place to find my center and reconnect with a world gone mad. Instead I am downtrodden, beaten senseless and feel like I been hit by a train. Where is the peace I need to survive in this mad place, I ask the universe. And then I realize the quiet has been inside this whole time, waiting.
The stars above lay clear for miles and miles hinting at a cloudless sunny morning to come. Left pondering these twinkles from long ago unobstructed for a momentary glimpse through billions of years of history. Ironic that we can see those burning dots and yet our path through tomorrow is impossible to pick out through the debris of recent yesterdays.
Welcome to the Words in my Head website. Here you’ll find the thoughts, worries, and idiosyncrasies of Brian Fitzpatrick – a geek, writer, gamer, husband, father, software engineer, crossfitter, musician, and person of odd thoughts.