Early morning. A ray of sun, sweet like a clementine, crawls across the floor and into my bed. I watch the dust settle, a kaleidoscope lost in a stain glass window. Billowing white curtains brush against my shoulder taking bits of me with it, lifting higher and higher, above and above. The world may feel dead in winter but not the sun, never that sweet sun.
Life has been a little difficult for me recently. Days seem long, and never ending. My only comfort are dreams of sweet days to come full of adventure, passion, and new places. And of course I must remind myself to live brightly even when the world is dull. To find beauty in everything and take note of its existence even if it is small. Although it may be difficult, its something we must all do for ourselves- a kind of self preservation. So lets hope for a beautiful New Year. :)
Life has been a little difficult for me recently. Days seem long, and never ending. My only comfort are dreams of sweet days to come full of adventure, passion, and new places. And of course I must remind myself to live brightly even when the world is dull. To find beauty in everything and take note of its existence even if it is small. Although it may be difficult, its something we must all do for ourselves- a kind of self preservation. So lets hope for a beautiful New Year. :)
