Days Past.

Journal entry

(19 April 2019)

I liked places like this.

Behind me. Is this changing?

This.

Sunshine. Warmth. You. Us.

This place is us.

Heartbeat. I can hear it. Yours.

Soft pitter-patter from within.

It is soothing. Infinite.

We are alive.

I liked feeling this way.

Rested. Peaceful. Happy.

I liked feeling like this

is all I have.

She listened to me

and heard my silent words.

No judging, no interrupting.

She understood

and whispered it back to me.

The sun. The warmth.

The breeze. It feels good.

The birds. They sing.

No! Please, do not go away.

A moment lost, but not forever.

Silently, you will return again

and echo to me

this never ending cycle.

Yours truly,

Me