Ever since I can remember I’ve always wanted these things: leaving something good in the world, reading, writing, and loving.
It remains the same: doing some good, documenting some good, and then being quiet to read and allow the words and visions to fill up once more.
But I as a pier am too weak; I get distracted easily by ideas, by things I “like”, and not love or need. A note to self to keep building myself back again so I can be a conduit the way I desired/desire to be.
Words on my mind: bereft, abandoned, a space to fill, a hand to hold on to, be strong