and here he came, sauntering into my life with sleepy eyes docile and draped with centered intensity. He was pleasantly handsome all the while throwing my brain for a loop. nothing was registering to my visions and preconceived recollections of this overdue encounter.
he’s…he’s just out of a damn dream….or silent prayer. I had no idea it’d come this soon or in this shape and form.
nostalgic reinforcement of a centered state
i’m back to a place that I was running from so eager to elope and partake in the dalliances of greater downtown. But I still call it home, this quiet bedroom suburbia. within it lay people that i’ve found connections to, be it friendships or the mere here-say of association. it is a fact, that here, everyone knows everyone.
So i’m back here (by choice) this summer to reconnect. I made this decision on a spiritual sense and for the sake of mental rejuvenation. My oh my how it has already positioned itself into something eerily beautiful. I’m cutting off the door to lives that are no longer mine to live with people and the tiring habits they brought. The city life had me spiraling on a rodent’s wheel going nowhere fast. I know who I am now and with each day a new layer peels revealing her unto me again. I just have to slow down and cut out the grey.I was so selfless to the fact that I was literary less than myself; shrapnel upon impact of each self implosion.
I had to learn to say no. I had to learn to be selfish again.
I had to learn what it meant to be my own self *again.
everything and everyone in my present life is guiding me to clarity…waiting for me to take the leap. This is what i wanted, it is here.