The Difference Between Day and Night

once upon a rising sun a long way to go and casting pebbles in unfamiliar waters ain't always kept me dry - listening to my ego I mean m low sel-esteem has given me names that don't belong to me in remembrance of lonely nights and seasons where what was supposed to be sacred act turned into a desperate act that left me feeling as though I am without reason and so I cast a pebble of this name out into the the waters of my unfamiliar as I look at a painter's skyline of setting sun with uschias, yellows, oranges, and grays that fall gently into a darkness filled with stars and my hands now empty of pebbles there's nothing else to do but turn on some soft music and rest comfortably with the wisdom of going solo until he, my true, is revealed