Sitting at my desk.
Pen in hand.
Clutter all around.
Every space occupied except for the blank sheet
in front of me.
2:35 in the morning.
Sleep everywhere but here.
Ipod providing a soundtrack for the night.
So much to say
No idea what to say
Or how to say it,
but there is so much.
Random memories flickering through my minds eyes.
A serene, content, wonderful bicycle ride through a light drizzle, sun peeping through the clouds reminding the world of its warmth. rain drops caressigng and cleansing. smell of fresh earth, replenished earth, invigorating my soul. Wind a pleasant reminder of God's eternal embarace. Everything, even the air, seems wet. All the leaves a rich dark green so soothing to the eye.
Still so much to say
Still no idea what to say
Still no idea how to say it.
What a pleasant break.
Leaves one so longing.