Tonight sitting down, I yearn to write like I once did. Thoughts once flowed so easily from memories made. Aside from an entry here or there the freedom to truly let go has remained elusive for quite some time. Once when prose came easily as if to play and everything flowed. Time was kind, slow to pass and the Wayfarer counted the miles and smiles that passed by. Memory after memory step by step and the journey continued until...
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Tonight I finally feel a subtle hint of the familiar. Still distant but still a reconnecting. Many years ago a wayfarer was born when "someone said goodbye". The joy of discovery of whats around the next turn in life. Since then so many poor choices of the heart, coupled with impetuousness, have taken a toll on the mind and soul. If my heart were a house it would not be home. As of this moment jaded memories of late with broken themes line its walls like an odd tapestry. The mind and heart trust not the other and so the emptiness remains but with time and healing they will begin a dialog. So many scars now with so many memories that accompany each one. The mind counts each one, each memory, while the heart looks on, ashamed for creating the chaos over the years. Now, both are deeply jaded and numbed. Where to from here? I haven't a clue but somewhere out there are more memories to make, more back roads to explore and just maybe this Wayfarer will find a bit of healing.
Step by step..
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