Day 3

What if I don't want to be an adult today?

What if I want to use my imagination and be creative with our communication because I'm already suppressed enough by society on how I should or shouldn't speak to others?

What if for the first time of my life I let my guard down so I feel safe with you and in that moment the creativity broke loose like a dam that crumbled at the foundation?

You just slammed a door in my face and now our means of communication are no longer viable.

Our connection is lost.

My safe haven gone.

All because you couldn't adapt for me when I trusted you even if for just this one moment.

Day 2

I don't see the world as others describe it. My visualizations tend to be very free and untamed. My imagination still carries me afar even with age. I refuse to become so jaded that I can't be spiritually free of this world's chains. Life doesn't have to be the hard cold mold that so many make of it.

It is okay to enjoy the little things just as you enjoy the big things. Everything we experience can be seen in multiple rays of light and even the deepest shades of darkness. Why do so many expect me to walk the shadows with them? There is nothing wrong with me dancing in the light.

When night falls I will continue to dance and reach for the stars as I praise my Father who hasn't forgotten me even when I stumble and can't hear His voice.

Day 1

I wanted to live a life of this person that I always imagined I'd be. Funny thing, I wake up sometimes to look in the mirror only to find a stranger staring back at me. Then thoughts of how I will never be who I wanted will arise and sometimes worry that I'm not going to be who I need to be. If I wanted to fret over such things I couldn't tell you which might hurt worse.

Rather than drowning myself in those thoughts I'd prefer to think of them with wonder. How much I have and yet I haven't changed through the years? Every day I am new because a part of me dies and a new part is born. Like a river ever changing.

Maybe I'm not grounded? Maybe I'm just distracted as I always am.

Lost but Not Forgotten

The facet of this life has become more than I can tolerate. We change so rapidly from one emotion and experience to the next that we don't realize we are riding down a road that leads us into a path of the unknown. While sometimes this behavior can be fun, where is our Higher Power? Where is my God? Time to stop and think. I take a look around and everything seems unfamiliar and new but not necessarily for the better. I feel empty, there's no real attachment here. I am not surrounded by love and happiness but by vast distractions from this world.

In the distance behind me I can hear my Father calling my name ever so faintly. He had been calling for me all along but I could not hear Him because I was singing the song of this world so loudly and it echoed back to me. Now that the motion is not blurring my vision I can take notice of the darkness. I have come a long way away from home and it's scary.

Upon venturing into this place I have easily gotten carried away from where I was intended to be. The world is like an ocean with a vicious undertow that means to lose me in its vastness.