You’re a child. You have friends, you have school, you have family. Life’s simple and all you do is glide through it, gathering the pieces of your life of tomorrow.
You’re an adult. You have friends, you have loves, you have family. You’re reaping what you’ve sown as a young one, enjoying the relationships that form the canvas of your life. Then something changes and every certitude you had flies out the window like a turtledove being let out of its cage.
Watch out for the eagles, little dove, you’re not used to being in the big open spaces.
Right now, I’m sitting in front of my computer, with work files open. Am I think about my latest technical specifications that I have to deliver next week? Nope. I’m thinking about the most recent developments in my life. Those that make me upset and those that soothe me.
I’m nursing a broken heart -although why or how it was broken remains yet to be seen, as I don’t remember a whole lot about it-, broken hopes -why I chose to trust someone to build the final step to my world is beyond me- and the sadness of seeing someone leave for a while. Right now, I’ve said everything that needed said, glossed over certain facts with certain people and don’t want to talk anymore.
On Sunday, I crossed familiar paths under the snow as it fell. It made me feel icy but so calm, as the cold fingers of the sky were brushing against my face. Then Monday, the turmoil started again and swept me away in a roar of thunder and fire.
All I want is the silence of falling snow.
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