2013 – terrific and
terrible.
The year I lost one of my
best friends.
The year I started writing
again.
The year I left a small town
behind.
The year I went back to
Thailand.
The year I started my PhD.
The year my grandma stopped
to breathe.
2014 – a mystery.
Blank pages in the journal
of me.
So many dreams yearning to
be set free.
The painter, the poet.
I am so afraid to show it.
The dancer, the healer.
The undefined over-feeler.
Will I find a direction
or will a direction find me?
Blank pages in the journal
of me.
Waiting to be filled with
what I crave to see.
New friends and lovers.
Oceans to discover.
Disasters and broken dreams.
Silent cries and the loudest
screams.
2014 – a mystery.
I can’t wait until it fills
up
the empty me.
