How swiftly the cocoon of memories created wafts away as one reaches home…..you try holding onto a steady stream of conscious thought desperate in your desire to still belong…all it takes is one ring of the phone to remind you of being back. And soon familiar sights of the haven known lull you into their illusion of being well….but you do know some part of your soul now lies scattered over the myriad waters blue and a setting woebegone sun.
Only the bent blades of grass to remind you of where you’ve been all along.
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I deeply identified with this piece. It is a beautiful and poignant reminder of motion, change, and a quest for feelings of safety or, at least, comforting familiarity. Thank you.
Thank you and many hugs ❤
Its time for me to sleep. I will go with you but not let go. 🙂
Sigh❤️sleep well you ☺️
Sleep well I did. A slumber of dancing in the rain and tea.