I pace the room, look back at the desk. What do I say. I close my eyes and try and think of the words yet nothing will truly wrap around the grooves that represent how I feel.
This year, my acupuncturist said, was the year people come across important like minded souls. Not necessarily the ones for romance, or friendship, but just to collide and say hello sometimes. I feel there have been a few this year, and as it comes to a close soon, I am a little weary.
I like how if you watch the water run down the window, you can never predict the way it will run. There is a greater chance to predict the path, if it is not the first drop that paved the way. But even then, a new direction can swiftly appear. Gravity asking for it’s damp.
Beautiful words. Life’s journey is like those raindrops never knowing where the road will end up. But be sure it finds its why to a bigger pool filled with hope love and him.