We create our own inertia, movement, chaos.
We align ourselves with the tumbleweeds of our thoughts, the shooting stars of our imaginations, the rainbows of our fantasies.
We build bridges into other kingdoms while taking our rightful place on the thrones of our creations.
Our minds are the fertile grounds of our future. Our thoughts are the building blocks of our own predestined worlds. We write the stories of our lives with the ink of our blood, the parchment of our skin, and the mechanisms of our sweat and tears.
Our fantasies flow into the streets of our reality; creating new alleys and crossroads, constructing new dimensions and dwelling places – leading us to richer, more complex surroundings in order to fulfill our purpose, complete our deeds, and finish the assignment that we were sent here to do when we first made up our minds and agreed to return to this physical, natural Earth that we come to rely on as our home.
I bade farewell to the Guinea Pigs yesterday morning. I tucked them into their cardboard boxes, and along with all of their supplies, handed them off to be delivered to a woman who seems to be a Guinea Pig expert and who rescues these little furry creatures.
I gave them up because I will be traveling to another state where I have been accepted into a university for the purpose of completing my bachelor’s degree.
This is not a state that I am familiar with, as I have never had a reason to visit it. This university, however, offers classes in all of my most ardent interests and I am beyond thrilled at the prospect of studying there.
I had previously been considered for a full scholarship at a prestigious “Hidden Ivy League” college, but I found the tiny town that it was located in stifling, and the general student body to be limited in experience and diversity. This new academic institution is located in a larger metropolitan area, and seems to offer a more diverse student population. I feel a great sense of peace at stepping out into this new direction.
I leave within two weeks to visit and explore this new area. If all of the chips fall into the proper bag, within two months, I shall be relocating.
You spark something in me
Poem and photo by L J Priest
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence
Lyrics taken from the song “The Sound of Silence” by Simon and Garfunkle
Photo taken in south central Pennsylvania
“If you would not be forgotten,
as soon as you are rotten,
either write things worth reading
or do things worth the writing.”
Photo by L. J. Priest
You are the apple of my eye – one hundred times over.
L. J. Priest