VIII
Candle light flickers gently on my windowsill, my mind trying to rise up and away from being at a standstill. I’m longing to find, re-define, and re-fine the meaning of my existence, as the new year is accompanied with an invigorating sense of liberation and the chance for change. I find myself constantly posing questions, realizing that I’ve yet to learn how to accept the answers that I receieve, knowing that they might not always be what I would want to hear. Memories echo through my mind, kissing my lips sweetly like honey. I hold onto them like handlebars on rollercoaster rides; as if they hold the same refuge for my soul as does microphones I’ve grasped through which I’ve learned to reveal the essence of my existence. I need to learn to let go to let myself grow. Dwelling in the past would only allow the present to pass me by, letting my future slip away from my grasp. The pre-sent is a present wrapped in uncertainty, yet I know I am always capable of writing(righting) the course of my fate. I am capable of anything, regardless of what the past means, of what the present brings, and what the future holds: of my mind, heart and soul, I am the only individual in control.
