The day went
like a big
brother with friends
I tagged along
a little shrimp
thinking that I
was big but
ran I had
to do to
just keep up
lost I did
my way as
he disappeared behind
the clouds and
beneath the mountains
and I home
again and alone
where is he
on the other
side of the
world being dawn
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
ThisThat
This being then
when my someday
has finally come
back when I
didn’t know where
and trusting in
in the what
I’d never imagined
it would be
just like this
then like that
trust in things
you can’t see
Care
Now I think
that I know
what souls feel
once freed from
their body’s chains
because I should
care and yet
I don’t care
one little bit
I’m looking forward
in fact to
the moment when
I don’t remember
any of this
and that’s when
all this why
won’t even matter
Thinking
Having then
understanding that
I know
nearly nothing
I think
that I’ll
just sit
here wondering
and wandering
and waiting
for thoughts
to come
yes that
is precisely
what I
will do
To
To think
one’s thoughts
and to
hear none
of many
is time
well spent
with one’s
own soul