I’ve been quiet here the past couple of days though I find myself filled with words, beginnings and endings, stories, heartfelt thoughts, almost anything. It’s as if I have so much that it’s blocking my attempts to write it down. Coupled with the day to day interruptions of life and I find that writing is almost impossible. Still the stories and thoughts remain close and I know soon they will pour out onto the page.
I’m in this place of peace right now, as if I’m watching my life through a window. Nothing that upset me in the past seems to matter now. It is as if I know all will be ok and just to let life be as it is. Sometimes it feels as if some change is coming but then I think perhaps it has already arrived.
But now I’m rambling making little sense, the risk of writing ones thoughts after a night of work. There is more to come, more thoughts, perhaps after I sleep.