Tiny trips
These tiny trips up memory lane are quite extraordinary. Simple times in a blink of an eye. Gone just as fast.
I laugh at some, am tired with others and some I even cry from. Tears of joy and of sorrow and even some that are blended.
Yet at this moment my mind is overpowered by questions and my cyclist inside is training for the marathon I am waging against tomorrow.
I brush my hair back, finding that bit of pleasure in my a tugging. I chuckle a bit and carry on. Drowning out and emotion for one image or another.
And then the eyes close. Only for a half a moment. The soul quakes but the spirit is strong. A softness as the memories draw closure.
Perhaps it is well and good that I am finally sleepy. That my eyes remain closed longer that they are alert. Time to nod my off.
Exit this day and enter the sleep zone. Indeed a prospect becoming more and more real. Good night.
I laugh at some, am tired with others and some I even cry from. Tears of joy and of sorrow and even some that are blended.
Yet at this moment my mind is overpowered by questions and my cyclist inside is training for the marathon I am waging against tomorrow.
I brush my hair back, finding that bit of pleasure in my a tugging. I chuckle a bit and carry on. Drowning out and emotion for one image or another.
And then the eyes close. Only for a half a moment. The soul quakes but the spirit is strong. A softness as the memories draw closure.
Perhaps it is well and good that I am finally sleepy. That my eyes remain closed longer that they are alert. Time to nod my off.
Exit this day and enter the sleep zone. Indeed a prospect becoming more and more real. Good night.
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