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 edge of a forest; inviting yet scary.
Wishes and Memories
Sometimes my mind can't help but swirl, and I just fall.
Bittersweet time traveling.
This is a farewell post, a brief memento to myself as I try and process all my thoughts and emotions. How do you say goodbye to a place that has given you so much?
Swirling gently upon your lips, the tides are turning;
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.
I dream a dream.
But I'll wake up, won't I? Or perhaps I already am awake? Living the life of a dream I can't remember.
Use time or be used by time.
I just think we as people both young and old need to view time differently and not indifferently.
So why should you care? Because growth is for everyone, it finds us all.
As if living has now finished and the prime of your life has blossomed, ignited, burned and slowly withered, wilting away into the sunset of life.
I haven't had a clear thought in months dear, Reader. It's been like wading through a fog, the air uneasy... like an anxious inhalation just before the sound of squelching mud. And I don't know why dear, Reader? Clarity is dangled in front of me through the opaque concept of a sabbatical. It tingles through… Continue reading Fog