Mourning the night,
mourning the break of day.
I’m a handful of hours into my morning as synchronistic times approach.
10:10
How are you today? I ask My Lord.
I hear nothing.
It’s Wednesday already. I ponder where the first 2 days of this week went.
Time, as illusionistic as it is, seems to dwell on almost all of our minds.
This, I try to avoid as I shame myself for checking the clock on my phone.
There’s no reason for it.
Nor am I in a rush for anything.
I’ve been 23 for a month now and I can’t imagine how the rest of this year will go.
I am open to anything. Including any hurt it may bring.
My Haku lays across the floor and cries for things I don’t know.
Does she long for the liberation I do?
I imagine it’s the speed of her heart, playing games with her mind.
I try to comfort her anxiety the best I can. There’s only so much I can do.
It’s Wednesday and I am here writing this to you.
Dear reader,
do you also feel that thing that is beyond?
Do you feel that knowing of something more?
I do…
How do you live with it so well?
Sometimes it keeps me up at night
and other times,
it beings me to tears.
For the most part, it provides me a smile
and something to think about when my mind begins to wander.
I hope your day is nice, whatever time it may be.
Tell the people of your town I said hello
and that there’s someone out there that cares for their thoughts
and for where their soul travels at night.
Enjoy this day the best you can;
I’ll be here if you need me.
-Natalia