The Softest of Colors

As the months fly by, memories begin to blur around the edges; events slowly fade away, becoming memorable only through the blurry emotions with which they are so fondly remembered. Time slowly ebbs away at the intensity of specifics, gradually pulling away the pain and easing us to face our fears and carry on. Perhaps growing up isn't so much a recovery from our past as it is an ability to gather up what matters most, holding it close even as we plod further and further away. And while the body can easily pass through time, the mind cannot help but to miss the comfort of old things; the ease with which time flows with old friends, the comfort of a blanket of silence, the unprovoked laughter, the quiet smiles.

As I slowly move forward, I cannot help but realize that while I am filled with purpose, it is not solely my aspirations that push me on. For some reason, I cannot survive in this life without a cushion of comfort: a quiet exchange of smiles with a stranger, short clips of beautiful conversations and the amazing realization that life will go on if I simply find the courage to take a chance.

Perhaps life is nothing more than a watercolor, awash with newer memories atop the old, faces blending together in a quiet peaceful beauty that leads softly into the horizon.

And so, here I sit, looking at an array of past and future: the breathtaking colors of my life.

My Life Anew

The leaves fall golden around my feet, and it is though this beautiful death spiral I now feel my breath catch in my throat. How strange that this decay is so enchanting, that the golden bliss of summer should now fall around my feet, crunching with every one of my burdened steps. The crisp air clears my head and with a deep sigh I lift my head; the intensity of the deep and peaceful sky swallows my feeble thoughts and leaves me with a strange sense of comfort.

So much has changed, so many strange thoughts now consume my mind.

Love eats away at my mind; I am devoured by an intense desire to know and understand the meaning behind something so irrational and strangely beautiful. There lies a quiet mystery beneath all of life: some meaning that drives every passion, a secret behind every wind and a purpose behind every smile. The days melt softly into each other, blending quietly and peacefully into the wisps of white, across an intense blue sky that knows no end. This form of life is foreign to me, for there is some quiet enjoyment and purpose that fringes the edges of my days. I fear I may be holding far too tightly to those I love, but they are irreplaceable and nothing shall empty them of my thoughts.

Each day this life entwines itself with more and more of my surroundings, and it is in the depths of my loneliness where I realize life continues on, whether or not you have time to prepare. Every change is permanent, for time rarely bothers to look back.

With each crisp breath of air I slowly realize how beautiful it is to be alive.