I find myself sitting on the kitchen floor for the last time, just as the setting sun peaks it's rays through the window adjacent to the stove.
Pouring light cascades the room in warm hues of yellow and orange equally shadows are cast on crevices that are plainly seen in the light of day
The open curtains hanging on the balcony door grant me the ability to take in the nostalgia of a scene beyond the glass.
It is a constant begging force that has convinced me to seek out a journey beyond the shell of this metaphor I call home.
For outside that door I found my sanity
timeless memories lost in clouds of smoke and scraps of love lifted from candlelit conversation
through the temperament of a Hoosier summer I gained company and solitude.
I found courage and adversity
Out here on this porch I celebrated a turning point in history
I spent many a nights patching my heart with ruffles of herb and the condolences of cicadas
The railing became my back bone
I was on par with the trees
If you listen to their leaves you will hear my secrets
Then just as brief the passing cars will whisk them away
Nearing sunset I set foot into the realm of my sorrows
an extension of myself imprinted a sense of gratitude on my soul
A bittersweet silence haunts the air around me
As hues of purple and blue grow in the clouds beyond the skyline
Fireflies paint the night below with petite shimmers of hope and sparks of foreshadowing
The sheer essence of my aloof comfort and the mirroring image of my youth calls out for me in the fading light of the last sunset I share with the closest thing to home I've ever owned
I can feel the wind whispering goodbye on my cheek and the street lamps flicker on as the traffic ceases to exist around me
for a moment my world is frozen
All is calm
All is well
All is bliss
And as the pages of this chapter gradually close, I begin my journey again.