Another Page

Has it really been two years? Has it really been four different countries and only two visits back to my country of birth, my Fatherland, and my ever shrinking family there? I have fallen more deeply in love with words with each passing day, or so it has felt. That said, there is room for much growth still to come. Hopefully, this relationship is just getting started.

For all the battles to find dreams and slow down time end so hopelessly, yet still fresh hope is somehow invested in a constant cycle that never let's true defeat conquer. Sometimes it's all too much, at other times maybe you never felt stronger. They knock you down easier than they do anything else. It's their number one role, they perform it well. If it were their job and they were paid for it, well they'd be masters of their craft. It isn't though, and they aren't anywhere near as good at anything else.

These days stroll by like easy memories. Short ones, long ones, all slipping pointlessly by. Another page, that lasts but a moment, another song, but yes, it can change everything. I think about the tortured dog, the woman I love, the sleeping past, awaking when it seemed gone forever, the faces that somehow form your heart, the places, the words, the pages, the smells, the vibrations, and the endless music.

There is just too much to say, but words have a place where they are brilliantly strung together. Still searching, finding jewels that didn't seem possible some time ago, uncovering secrets and dressing in the colours of night.

Returning feels sweet, good to know those places haven't also departed forever. Happiness shining, from behind the clouds, from cracks in the faces, from the darkest of places, always comes light.