| | Onward Epic, No Hopes Barred
Ah, there is a place called home, dwelling not on temporal earth, not upon gridlines and destinations, but instead, within a state of being- that pristine fresh breath you inhale at the ease of the spirit.... School has been done for a week or so now. I'm back at home. For good, or...well, at least the summer. Long enough. Long enough to breath again and begin to sing ridiculously, smile obnoxiously, and dream ever so idealistically once more. To be with friends...hah, to have a social life again at all...such sweet air.
I'm back, and feeling good ever more day by day. On to the horizon. I'm ready to pen the path there with a soft heart again. Time to get it all in track as it can be, and hopefully just to chill and enjoy the bloody summer for once. Oh amen to that. ...back to writing again, back to reading, back to dreaming, back adventuring, back to loving.... |