Should I continue from where I left off? Ignore
the unwritten chapters in between? Characters
remain the same, yet forever changed by the problems
and wounds they let in. Every life is a rose petal
and it's fall echoes like a sparrows song.
It's a slow process of progression from one
side to the other. Your goal a reality
or a dream – a plain difference when you try
to write it in a letter; gazing so carefully
at the words, the words gaze back at you.
And you giggle at your own hallucinations. In the dream
of our imagination the children whisper
of men’s faults. Calling for a home of peace so close
at hand in the green fields. Before the moment
of waking up, we are larger than life. Nothing out of place.
Writers have not run out of ink, but out of hope
and confidence. There forever remains a silence
before pen touches paper.
Finally autumn inspiration kicked in; the weather is perfect for melancholic music and reading. Even Ollie has been a bit more lazy than usual. The first picture was taken...like five years ago, something like that, and even though people say I look young, I think I looked younger back then ;)