Flashes of the daylight surround me. Tall grass keeps hitting my knees as I walk through that stretched-out field. There is no one but me surrendering to it all. There is always a time and a place. That type of mind twists and twists until the thoughts come down.
My hand glides through the wisps, the sun falls down on my back, and a shadow reflection in front of me is on the ground. I find myself looking at nothing but a copy of myself on the other side.
Expressionless, but then a slight smile as she always returns back to me. Never quite hello, never quite goodbye. She's always standing on the other side. Never quite the right place or time. She finds herself walking towards me as she always does, and I return the favor.
No matter the time that passes, we always find our way back to one another. Me, myself, and I and well...
Small glimpses of a life that has been lived, that is being lived, and what will be lived.
She's the sunshine within a hurricane. She is never quite the one to walk away, even when she isn't wanted. Still holding self-respect, she never wavers, even when it is not known.
She still comes back. She still shows up. She is still here.
"You know you're on my mind, even when the seasons change..."
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Excerpts I'll Never Tell
RandomRandom thoughts and write outs in my mind, from mostly emotional times.
