Slices

Slices of a day can be separated by the seconds you recall inside yourself. That tiny glimpse of just you. Maybe in a drowned self pity moment or even in that big starry eyed stare off.

Just pulling apart the day seems like the most tedious thing to do but ever think of all the pieces of a minute that give you joy? Just one minute.

And what about the day? Sure you find hours that bring sunlight and sunsets. Finding that one part of the sunlight that was made for you? Ever think that a part of time is for you? Just one minute or more?

I know I have a great many times of space that are mine. Even some that are others intertwined with mine. And still I smile wider in both. Supremely all parts of my day are grand. Even in the roughest days.

And so many separated memories have given me the best lessons from the variety of teachers. I wouldn't dare strike them back from their teachings.

By far I have come miles and love that life has given me such a wild ride. But now I come to slow down. Settle down where I need to be. I have learned so much. Though not ready to give up, I am still in need of something more than secretive hugs and quiet laughter.

This is my homecoming. Soon to be stepping my feet on familiar territory. To be able to visit those who I have gone before me. Research and dig to understand their lives. This is who I am.

Slices of time find me here. I wish I had a hug but that is part of my smiling past.

Good times gone. But many more to be declared.

Hug me in a dream.
Please.