I know it’s been a while since I posted. I’ve had a lot of adjusting to do and I’ve been really swamped by school but on the bright side, I’m back.
Great news alert: I started a 100 day writing challenge. I really battled on whether or not I should share every piece but I came to the decision that I’ll be sharing my favorite piece(s) at the end of every week.
The first piece I’ll be sharing was based on a prompt to describe my location in as much detail as possible. Feel free to comment and let me know what you think and if you’d like to participate in the challenge or just the prompts I post on here.
Here it goes:
Pink walls & Dim lights.
Alone in what seems like darkness.
Accompanied by the music, so maybe not so alone. Peaceful. Taking it all in.
The smell of possibility, tranquility and maybe, just maybe, even joy.
Or so I wanted to believe. I wished.
I longed for nights like these. To sit in my solitude with my thoughts. My thoughts and the sound of the water trickling in. The sound of Patricia as she sung and the loudest sound again, my thoughts.
‘A lively mind’ they called it.
The whistling freezer and the rocking chair.
All sounds, Sounds I occasionally hear.
I occasionally dissolve in the ceiling and disappear. Disappear into the clusters from which I was made and drift back into melodies of ‘Come away with me in to the night.’
The music stops and now I put the computer to sleep. The lights go off and so does the dim light. The pink walls don’t seem so pink anymore & the flight of steps appear to be the staircase to heaven.
The bed spread with one corner tucked out as if anticipating my entry, invites me in & so I drift back to the archer of whom my soul is made.
Remember to “Be Brave.” Deuteronomy 31:8
Love and Light,