5.2.17
I sat out on the deck, the warmth of the day starting to cool and a chill starting to set in as I am reminded that it still spring in the mountains. I see the sun slowly start to set as the blazing colors fill the sky, in burning oranges and gentle pinks. The soft blue fading away.
Earphones in my ear I look down at my phone beside me noticing the WeChat notification pop-up, my lips turn up in a small grin as I read my text but I don't open it. Instead I look down at my paper, the paper that is supposed to be filled with my answers to the questions that were asked and yet the paper remains void of my answers.
Once again I peer out at the sky as a melancholy feeling sets in. the feeling of happiness of former memories, and the feeling of emptiness as the reminder that those memories are a thing of the past and not the future. My mind drifts off to those people and places that filled my memories, the past and the future colliding together, like two trains on the same track going in the same direction. I try to put the brakes on them both, to focus and the here and now an yet before I know it they both collide together a flurry of thoughts and emotions exploding inside me.
