There’s been a lot of change around here recently. By around here, I mean in my life. And by recently, I mean, literally, the last few days.
I graduated from college mere days ago. That’s FOUR YEARS, people, and it whizzed by like a relieved mosquito whose friends all just got splatted by a speeding windshield. I moved back home (temporarily). I’m planning my WEDDING. To the love of my life. Who I will not be seeing for more than a fortnight.
Change always makes me think a lot. About thinking. And I’ve been thinking today, you really know you love something if you miss it.
It’s a weird thing, to miss things and places. Experiences. They probably don’t miss you, being inanimate and sometimes untraceable.
But what if they do?
Proof that souls live in our bodies
It doesn’t take much
to get attached to something.
A fragrant breeze,
a moment of meditation,
a shared secret, spoken or not.
The sky cradles million and one ways
to fall in love.
And you’d think that in those moments of revelation,
of peace or clarity or exhilaration,
the world would have to be even just slightly changed
alongside you.
We’re a part of this world, aren’t we?
Active
and alive.
Our footprints leave tracks in the dust.
Our hands leave traces of us.
The world feels you,
for all the energy it takes.
And when you move on, it fills your empty silhouette with oxygen.
