The air today smells better. Perhaps a good spirit has stopped by for a visit. I suppose a change in weather could change things, a drop of rain would only tease this earth, and crave just enough for hope. Other than that, a good remnant of the earth is about to make its appearance. Thinking about the future is a good idea, the past is all too familiar, why is it as children we do not remember, only as time goes by it becomes rooted into you, as if though it were a stained reflection of who you are? I love secrecy and all the notions that entail the decision to become secretive. Not really wanting to hide, but wanting to feel alone, or unseen, but not neglected or lonely. It is in secrecy when feelings are at their summit, when your eyes are at their strongest, to watch as an observer , from the loneliest of places to the highest of God’s and Man’s hand made towers. There is no better place to be as an observer than to be amongst those that are not watching, the ones who can walk right through you. Although time is of much concern as to what we should do when you have too much of it in hand, but I’ve always been the sort to live 2 seconds ahead, that way time never can catch me, and I have time to remember, but not enough time to forget, nor to look ahead. It’s better to not know when you are sad. Those are the things that should remain as secrets, sadness, anger, fear and pain.
-- Renee Dixon Adams
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