...And this is what I came up with:
Lying down on my freshly made bed,
I look towards my collection of scarfs.
Their arrangement, their order; their place worthy of being photographed.
My Ipod draws me back with "Brothers on a Hotel Bed" softly playing.
I feel at ease but a slight twinge of my past creeps upon my wandering thoughts.
No longer as vulnerable, I sigh and rest my head upon my out-stretched forearm.
Thoughts prevail.
I remember who I was connected with then and who I am no longer connected with now.
They are gone. I am not. Time has some how ceased.
Nostalgia, is my dear friend.
All I can do is smirk on those moments that made me feel alive.
They were not genuine but the feelings could not have been more sincere on my behalf.
It is over. I would have left anyway; just not as soon.
Contentment is softly knocking on my door; I've just let him in.
I plan on letting him say awhile.
I figured you would not mind; everyone needs a little happiness sometimes.
My day dreaming ends; I'm still lying on my bed.
Quickly, I realize I was lost in a scene of clarity.
I am ok.
I moved on.
I am healed.
I am free.
Free.
So, this might seem completely ridiculous and/or random, but I came across your blog after a useless afternoon of facebook stalking haha and I just wanted to let you know how much I adore it! I've tried and tried to stick with blogging and I just can't seem to. After reading through some of your posts, I am certain you are more of a kindred spirit to me than I realized all those years ago at Ledyard. I find myself echoing your thoughts, insecurities, etc in my own life! We are truly all in a transition.
ReplyDeleteAnyway...thanks for describing them so eloquently on here. :)