A photo
Sitting here looking over some of my facebook pictures I have saved on my phone. Just a few random shots and I come across a photo that makes me spin into another whole tangent of thoughts. What was it about this photo that did that? Well it was that of someone long ago that gave such great advice to me. Words that, still, even today I am able to say thank you for. Only for the factor that in instances where I uplifted, this person did the same for me. Seems that a return was the kindness I needed in all the right moments.
Ah and then the trail of hoping that one day I can truly say thank you. Still time is what I have to wait, to pass, to be able to say anything to this person. Alas that is what brought a smile to my face. Then I thought about all the times the conversations were odd and funny at the same time. Another smile spreads across chapped lips.
I inhale and draw out the exhale. Remembering how talking on the phone was a good thing. Beyond my comprehension that someone besides family wanted to hear my voice. Those moments say so much even though they are long ago. In this hello across a fading memory, I am grateful for the tangents of thoughts that trickle down.
And just when I think I have finished another smile cracks upon my lips. This is why good and bad memories are kind. They help us grow into a better person, or one would hope so. As for me, I am still thinking of all those things I look forward in saying. The excitement in being able to put my voice to their ear once more, well that is a reward for sure.
It is good how pictures bring up memories such as these. All the hopes and goals that I have opened up, well I am looking forward to a day when reality is standing before me. Alas I just have to be patient. Not anxious over what I cannot control and not scared if my voice means nothing to them.
I am just happy that the one photo I found brought such positive, uplifting thoughts and made me plan for goodness to come in time. That is the best way to look over fading times. Not rekindling thoughts of negativity. Whatever that comes to result, the objective is always well hoping, prayers for the ones you have thought of.
So that is where I am now. Just hoping my voice, my news will be important for them to hear. Until then my time tonight is in watercolors and reacquainting myself with convention notes. Joy is there. Contentment is held tight and love is spread.
In this I just look again and then carry forward. Thank you for the brief moment in time. I smile once more.
Ah and then the trail of hoping that one day I can truly say thank you. Still time is what I have to wait, to pass, to be able to say anything to this person. Alas that is what brought a smile to my face. Then I thought about all the times the conversations were odd and funny at the same time. Another smile spreads across chapped lips.
I inhale and draw out the exhale. Remembering how talking on the phone was a good thing. Beyond my comprehension that someone besides family wanted to hear my voice. Those moments say so much even though they are long ago. In this hello across a fading memory, I am grateful for the tangents of thoughts that trickle down.
And just when I think I have finished another smile cracks upon my lips. This is why good and bad memories are kind. They help us grow into a better person, or one would hope so. As for me, I am still thinking of all those things I look forward in saying. The excitement in being able to put my voice to their ear once more, well that is a reward for sure.
It is good how pictures bring up memories such as these. All the hopes and goals that I have opened up, well I am looking forward to a day when reality is standing before me. Alas I just have to be patient. Not anxious over what I cannot control and not scared if my voice means nothing to them.
I am just happy that the one photo I found brought such positive, uplifting thoughts and made me plan for goodness to come in time. That is the best way to look over fading times. Not rekindling thoughts of negativity. Whatever that comes to result, the objective is always well hoping, prayers for the ones you have thought of.
So that is where I am now. Just hoping my voice, my news will be important for them to hear. Until then my time tonight is in watercolors and reacquainting myself with convention notes. Joy is there. Contentment is held tight and love is spread.
In this I just look again and then carry forward. Thank you for the brief moment in time. I smile once more.
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