return

22 February 2014

 

 

Wooden pier,

leads out into the sea,

so far that I could almost forget,

where I came from, and even who I used to be.

But, like all journeys, one must return,

to some place,  some time, and

remember.

 

 

unfamiliar

31 July 2013

 

unfamiliar

 

 

I sat down

on a bench for awhile,

in between the things I had to do.

For a moment, I had nothing to do at all,

nowhere to be, and nothing to say.

It felt strange, which just made

me feel sad.

melancholy

25 July 2013

melancholy

 

tree hugging,

and wildflower smelling,

oh, and whistling along with the birds,

skipping, dancing, and joyfully carrying on

as if I was still young and carefree.

I need more than just the

memories.