The Great Act

Have I grown in a direction away from everyone I know? I feel isolated in my thoughts, and don't know how to express the vastness I feel. Peace is in the moments between life. In seeing the world in front of me as the snow takes over the plains and the horizon is nothing more than a place I could have once known. Or how I can drive for miles listening to melodies, and in one moment the corner I turn with tenacity paired with chords full of memories with sun shining across fresh snow on decorated lawns awakens me to this act of living. But why am I living? Today I feel as if I share this grand experience with myself. Longing to let someone in isn't the same as being able to. How much of what I do is real? Is my kindness a charade? Am I acting every day of my life?