Quiet chair, Can you hear me Soft dry tears running down, down, down Wait. Rain pours gently, And so the outside becomes the In.
Category: Feelings
New Paths, Familiar Thoughts
But you know Dear, Reader I remind myself that without change we couldn't be here.
Traces in the sand
So I feel the trace of my foot as it murmurs softly through the dropped light of possibility smirking as I watch my past chase my steps.
Impermanence
So I sit here moved by the world around me even while I lie still. And the only thing I can think of is: I'm here. Right now. This is me.
For the love of stories.
I lived my own renditions of these stories molding my interests and desires into existence on a small patch of grass neighboring the edge of a vast and endless valley tipped at the boundary of a forest; inviting yet scary.
Understanding in the moment.
May you reflect and remember the lessons you may have learned from before while appreciating the ahead to come.
Wishes and Memories
Sometimes my mind can't help but swirl, and I just fall.
What writing means to you: A birthday collaboration.
So without further preamble, I give you this special post. What writing means to you: A collaboration.
Conversations with myself.
Me: Acceptance and reflection, this a space of nothing, but it is mine to understand. I do not fear myself. I fear not recognizing the way I exist. Time is one thing on my side and in this, I know how to remember. I know how to accept and I am learning how to reflect.
30.
But I don't regret. I have seen things that most will never experience.
Milkshake Thoughts 