always there

I love talking a walk with the world. I walk in its shadow. It doesn’t expect an opinion or an answer. When promises and preaching leave me behind, it reminds me that it doesn’t take a person to provide.
I took a walk with it this Sunday. And it helped me remember that joy is not an object. It is a point of view.

Direction nowhere

I’ve spent this summer losing myself. Head held high, confidence in my stride, and with a backpack of good memories, I left college behind, believing that what I needed was a break from the routine to clear the mist of monotony in my head.

And now, four months on, a greater fog sits heavy in the recesses of my brain – one of confusion, misgivings and trepidation. My store of memories are beginning to spoil with the rot of overanalyzing what was.

I am now a parched, travel weary, once enthusiastic traveler, misguided by a self drawn map that assured me that enlightenment would be waiting at the end of my path.

If only I had borrowed one instead…

Prayer

God give me grace
And boldness of face
Let me find a little place
That I can call my own

i miss pencils.