blue lights hang in this space I call mine.
I have traversed the day foot following foot building nkt my home now, but my life. The path has bent and woven through rough terrain and smooth
and now I am back to the still pond looking at aged reflections of those I used to know some
I do not recognize. I wonder how wide swaths of my life were so easily forgotten but they say your brain can only hold so much and
files what you dont need away.
I feel as if I need all of it all of those memories that grew into me today
but of course they are so much chaff now more days behind than ahead and I can only move onwards into a construct as I go future.
I keep my love near me in white feathers pennies and dimes in odd places at odd times
I need no other.