You have to change the channel.
The knob’s stuck… you haven’t turned it in a very long time. Your mind plays whatever comes in on the antenna. The company’s nauseous shifts. Society’s tired spew. The vague reason you have for getting up in the morning.
You have to make some room.
If only you could think your own thoughts. If only you could remember things you used to want. If only you had the time. Maybe you could make a little room. Maybe you could write something to remind you.
A slow rising flame. A clearing on the window to your soul. A way to pierce the dark above.
An old piece of paper.
And a trusty pen.
You have to take control.
Perhaps those old dreams you had weren’t so silly. They must have come from somewhere. Maybe you could find that place again. Maybe a little note is all you need. Something to remember where you’d like to go. What you’d like to see.
A waypoint on the map. A light within your foggy mind. A way to claim the treasures below.
A forgotten box of dreams.
And a thumping heart.
You have to come back home.
If you keep coming back to something a space will grow.
It means more than you know.
An anchor in the sea, under stars bright glow.
Personal writing: clears and amplifies your thoughts, clarifies your vision, and empowers your life.
