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.
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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.
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