returned

Thinking seems to be the crux of it. Thinking too much about the place I’ve moved to, thinking too hard about whether I like it here or not. Thinking too often of that I’ve lost. Inflicting past actions, words and future catastrophe upon myself. It is best simply to let it all lie. To let lie and only enter into contemplation once itself knocks on my door. 


These past months have been hard, the mountains sprung from nightmare if truth be told, the valleys conjured out of deep seeded fear. All that’s to say, I’m rather proud of how I am still standing. Proud that the words once again flow and no longer remain tinged by a sense of another world; no more than usual that is. 


Tis truly the old adage of time healing wounds, I suppose I had not seen its effect quite so clearly before now. It’s been a month since, I feel a bit more like a feather and it will once more again be up to time to decide if that is a good thing or not. But I’ll continue on this path, in hopes that it shall lead me home, to once perhaps I came. 


It’s not so serious this day. The scorching heat seems to have departed and I am ever so thankful for it. The suns intrusions seem less so and I remain in awe of loves true nature. 


Sometimes hope looks with blood spattered across her face and today the drying of it is more than enough for me. Out of sorts is the way these things seem to fall into place, how all these puzzles make up this life I’ve lived and continue to pursue. 


The next is a question I dare not answer in this river like state. It is best left to a future frame of mind, one I’ll happily receive when the time comes. But until that day or night arrives I’ll abide in the water. 


The leaves only turn in their own time and so shall I only think of it when the wind changes its mind. Whether East or West be the answer I shall march only with the orders and not a moment sooner. 


Full to overflow with wording, poetic happenings and perspective making. It is not such a bad place to be. Not such a poor life to lead. It may, if I ever so dare to say, even be a welcome sight and response to that which I asked oh so long ago. Thanks be to He who is. 

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