The words linger in the dense air. Sound suspended as mist on a mild winter morn. Hovering waiting to be heard.
Shall I listen when I see them, what purpose if I can pick and choose them for my own. Take them all in. I don’t need them to wander nor torment my mind… I know them there.
The roads remain traveled. Day to night. The path taken and retaken. Yet one remains alone. Alone with words. Solitary.
Abandoned for a time. Reclaimed it shall become. I promise.
If not for my tales and dreams I would continue blind. I know what needs to be said and I know what needs to be heard. I know what needs to be done. Am I ready?
Are you ready? It sounds like you know more than I do at least… I don’t think I’m ready at all…
Procrastination…. makes me feel guilty just saying the word.. or typing it… I know I am very guilty of it. I wish I wasn’t so good at it… loletinf 😉