into the aether

Ok. (This wordiness will not be the norm.)
I am going to contradict myself. Allowable.
If I was writing just for myself it would not be on a blog, would it?
But tucked away somewhere, hidden.
To write only secretly and alone.
Instead I struggle, ponder, question, dream, uncover - out here.
Hiding in plain sight.
I suppose it is from the hope that a connection will be made,
a nod of understanding.
"Yes, exactly.
I feel the same...
I see the same...."
Do we feel less isolated on our paths, and in our visions by this?
Is it necessary for the journey?
I have never minded being alone in my thoughts, with my views.
Life is rich with places, inside and out, to explore.
(Who could ever truly see me? I suppose everyone feels that way.)

I do not believe in coincidence. Landscapes, situations...people,
are put along our path for a reason.
For our benefit, or theirs, sometimes mutual.

Is there a haiku in all this? Probably more than one.
But one is all I have tonight.
I am tired.
Enough.

Path
my path is twilight
a winding through the aether
lit by many souls