There is no space in my head for the notion of returning to school.
This past week has been a good one.
It has been rejoicing in the complexity of children.
Holiday clubs are a celebration of life.
They're sharing something that wells up from inside of your soul.
I hit a low this weekend.
I miss everything and everyone.
Aslan is on the move.
I feel it.
There's something weighing heavily on my heart and I don't fully know how to express it yet.
I want to fill my head with the romantic notions of childhood again.
Life is beautiful. Life is ugly. Life is a paradox.
I await a place where these things no longer matter.
Go further up. Go further in.
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