While I've found myself pondering the affairs of humanity more than usual these days, I've also been quietly reflecting on my own life lately as I approach some notable milestones this month.
I haven’t really been feeling this last week. I’ve been trying to identify what is possibly disrupting the positive momentum that I had been gathering. While I’m still not ready to quit or revert back into former versions of myself, I do feel sabotaged and frustrated with the way that I’ve been feeling.
Returning to my hometown after nearly two years on the west coast has left me feeling haunted by a strong absence of all I knew.
I vividly dreamt of you last night. Upon awakening, the memory and feeling—right down to the sensation of your touch, was still stimulating my every being.
While I may never have willingly chosen to endure all that I have in these past few years, there is a shining truth and realization I cannot deny, but rather, choose to embrace.
It's been raining for months. I see it when I look out my window. I see it when I close my eyes and look inside myself. Is the light gone forever?