The other day I was just staring at a wall, just staring at this old, grey, textured wall. I observed how the sunlight diffused through the
air, the trees above swayed and dappled the light. At one point, a
breeze swept through the treetops and little leaves drifted and danced
down in front of this wall. When the sunlight hit the leaves, they
became glittering pieces of gold.
I was mesmerized.
I guess that memory came to me because right now I feel like one of those leaves dancing through the air. I feel utterly disconnected from any sense of grounding in this world. I don't want grounding. I just want to keep cascading through the air.
I have been cast upon the winds of memories for about a month. And while of course at some point the leaves (and me) will hit the ground, right now I feel as though I could drift forever.
I was mesmerized.
I guess that memory came to me because right now I feel like one of those leaves dancing through the air. I feel utterly disconnected from any sense of grounding in this world. I don't want grounding. I just want to keep cascading through the air.
I have been cast upon the winds of memories for about a month. And while of course at some point the leaves (and me) will hit the ground, right now I feel as though I could drift forever.
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