Stream of Thought

Growing Tall

It is strange being my age as the years expand in time’s experience.

I feel that I have only just arrived, as maturity learns to exert resistance.

The difficulties are within my own mind as I analyze and interpret external data.

It was very difficult growing up in the era where I did, and it keeps being an adjustment at any temporal level.

Not fitting into predefined roles (except those that I create and claim for myself), it is more common to continue feeling like an outsider.

Why do I keep attempting to keep myself small, when it is the world that I would claim as I give my heart to it?

Stream of Thought

Acknowledging

This grief upon losing contact with my blogging friend has hit my brain unexpectedly – causing foggy thinking, body shutdown, and anxietal overwhelm in daily functioning.

I had not realized to such extend how I had counted on his online presence as positively reinforcing my psychology.

Or maybe it is just the shock because I had hoped that we would always stay friends.

Myths & Legends

Alternative Paths

I get attached to my stories, for they are my memories. They are my experiences.

I feel sad when I have to leave each one behind like a trail of bread crumbs.

They lead back to where I started from, and they lead right back to me.

Crows and squirrels, mice and bugs – even the roots of trees – may consume what I have done, thankful for this temporary sustenance.

Like a mythical creature born to roam as the only one of its kind, I continue forward to seek the sunlight’s dappling.