Sitting. meditating. wondering what could be. what has been. what could have happened.
Was it a matter of significance? Challenging me. Beckoning me to be what I was meant to be?
Humming. Soothingly. Validating every sense of peace and well-being.
I lay awake thinking. Seeking. Everything that breathes around me.
A thicket of pine trees. A wall of security; They moan as they inhale deeply.
What is that lullaby? It talks of ponies. All memories.
Age to age one must think; The crooning of yesterday is carried into always.
(I'm abundantly proud of this entry. I can not pin-point why, exactly.)
