Thinking of fall and all the things that come with this time of year. All the black and white turns into colors. Thinking of those that have come and gone. One second and one minute and then its gone. Falling back and all the clocks spinning backwards. I go back in time to a different place a different time. Memories I hold close to me. These are the trying months to come for me. Inside and inside myself I will long to get out and get away from all those things that come to dwell in me. I can not explain the feeling that comes over me. I remember home that good place that I felt safe in and all those memories that I had there and I will reach back and long for those again, when life was easy, when life was rich and beautiful and I was still naive as to think this could last forever. I will remember a home I made for my children and think on the madness of all that was chaotic, the laughter , the loud music, the fights over insignificant things and suspended in a moment in time, I realize how much I miss this. The leaves will change and so will life. Boxed up memories on a shelf that I will pull down, pull out and look over and remember, memories captured in color. The leaves will change, life will change again and I will put those memories back in that box until fall comes around again and I will fall back in time once more. Falling into place as nature intended.
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 21:26:08 +0000
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