As I think of things past, I find myself writing; below is a excerpt from a piece that I have been working on.
Looking out, not knowing, not understanding…it was not like this yesterday. What is this that I feel? I heard your voice, I smelled your cologne. I am wearing your shirt. I lay in wake, taking in my surroundings. I rub my fingers and remember the ring. Oh, my gosh, the ring…how could I forget the ring. It is beautiful, white gold, engraved in yellow gold, with raised letters, that recite a prayer. A prayer that you and I have said many times…times before you and I, what seemed like a lifetime before and a millennium apart. How did we get here? When did we get here? Where do we go from here?Questions coming with no answers, no one there, no one but me…
When I find myself in a moment, a certain state, words come in all directions and sometimes take on a life of their own. The writings become something more than just mere words on a screen. I hope you enjoyed the snippet. Until next time!!!