I am the shadow of a forgotten memory glistening on my windowpane,
All wet with morning rain.
The man I see, only fleetingly; is never me!
Yet his visage follows my every waking step.
A dash of wine; spattered on my ragged beard, like so much unneeded blood;
I wonder if it is mine.
The ache of forgetfulness seeps into my soul, and I am grateful,
For the reprieve.
Cut out the cruft, and streamline. Look to the goals I have set.
I need to restructure my life, to concentrate on my goals and dreams. I need to work on cutting out all the cruft and create a better faster more streamlined me.
There isn’t enough time in one human life to do even half the things I want to do, so I have to throw out the old and choose carefully the direction I want to go. There is no room for mediocrity.
There is a light in your eyes; I can not explain its source.
Perhaps you can; has there ever been a moment that held you in sway? When you scarce could bear to move lest you break the sweet spell of silence. What ever it was that triggered that spark of thought/feeling I do not know for it will be different to each soul, but it must be there.
Have you ever stopped in sorrow for a sight that passed something that triggered one small buried memory perhaps? Has ever your heart jumped a beat for one second of pure joy? Sometimes upon waking from a sweet dream of peace I ponder what the future may hold.
Can the hope and joy of being content and whole that seems so close within a sleeping dream come into reality? And could the whole of your existence be worth that short sweet moment?