Write It Out | No.4

I am new to each day,
and each day is new to me.
Although I have seen one before,
The hand ticks over,
minds tick over,
But
something that didn't exist before
will find its way in
or you'll see something in a different way.
It's never the same.

Is this not why we take pictures?
On the whole today feels like yesterday,
But look deeper,
Think harder,
What did you learn?
What changed?
What grew?
What healed?

I am learning, I will always be new to something.
Experiences, passions. Delve deeper.
It's what we live for;
Newness.
You shouldn't settle for what is familiar,
Nor will I.
Search for new.

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// I missed Write It Out | No.3 - on loneliness - I suppose that means I was disconnected, reminiscent of lonely, right? Take a look at my past Write It Out posts by clicking the tag. And join in!

Write It Out | No.2

I feel empty and I feel full,
There's an indescribable whirlpool inside of me
With each and every thing I'm fighting for and against
Streaming through every wave.
I love it.
I love feeling like all of me is pulling together,
Not easily,
With pressure and pain and passion.
I don't know all of it,
I can't tell you what it all is,
But its force holds me.
I am comfortable amongst it.
If not,
Content. Almost.

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Write It Out | No.1

The sun began to set over the plateau behind us.
Burning wood turning to hot coals and white dust, cooking jacket potatoes to perfection.
River water still dripping from our hair, turning the stairway of dirt to mud.
Every table we can gather has been lined up, covered with a banquet fit for a king.

The dogs lay waiting for their fill as the family dinner time conversations begin.

When it gets dark we prepare ourselves with glow sticks,

And head down the long straight road to the abandoned house.

Surrounded by paddocks and moonlight,

Our young hearts begin to race as we imagine what could be hiding in the shadows.

We've been here many times before, but imaginations still will always run wild.

Nothing but birds and sheep bones are found.

We return to the safety of the campfire, drinking warm Milo and looking up at the Milky Way in search of shooting stars and Sputniks.

Nothing compares to this feeling;

The sounds, the smells, stars, dust, fire,

Adventure.

The river.

// This is an entry inspired by a new series over at Clear The Way, which I am so happy to become a part of. I miss writing, and this is something I feel I need to get it kicking again. I'm looking forward to doing more Write It Out topic posts in the future! To read others' stories visit the links below.