Dreams0f4ever

It is the small things.  Sitting here, matching the sounds of my keys to the rain licking at my window, soft music, colors, sweet flowers, and the laughter of friends.  Small things, but they combine and grow into an embrace the size of the world. For so long now I have hidden, lapping at heart wounds and building enough courage to rejoin the world, that I misplaced the memory of companionship.  My quiet step back into the world was, shockingly, not met with interference, but with joy and recognition, and squishy sweet cuddles.  To be missed is a small thing, and it makes the world a little brighter. With joy and excitement and jubilance ov

Summer II just finished, and I am officially a senior.  Strange, thinking about myself like that, when I still have two years to complete.  I have found time for knitting and reading, between school work and game time, but not yet time for people.  My best friend, and my mother of course.  But to the rest of the world I am a silent addition, moving through the throngs with a limp and a shy smile.  I don't care to be one of them yet.  Maybe never.  But at least not yet.  I hope that the ones I care about from a distance are doing well.  Things from them have been silence.  Maybe they are in the same mind-set that I am.  Eighteen days until the

It's amazing how time seems to shift.  When things go well, it moves so fast, and when things are hard, it seemes to stretch out like a lazy cat.  Everything in my life seems to be moving so fast now...  Not that life is amazing, but it is full and it is busy.  :)  A calm, enjoyable kind of busy.  There are many things worse then a simple kind of life.  I do miss people, but not enough to venture out again yet.  I will hide here, a while longer, and watch for signs on the passing wind. <3 Lacy