Forgotten Notes

backlit boy couple dark
Let me sing to you, my daughter,
so I may make the strings of your heart,
play music that’s in between.

Journal Entry # 122 – Plant Those Trees

apple blur bright close up
Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.  – Martin Luther King, Jr.

Am I Write? # 2 – Never Doubt Yourself

close up of human hand

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” – Sylvia Plath

The Red Road

macro photography of pathwayI walked a path less travelled,
on a road covered in red.
Evergreens bowed before me,
to welcome back an old soul.
Draped, lonely…in silence.
A still that became my only friend.
There, my worries were sheltered,
protected by a forgotten trail.
That journey became ritual,
to protect me from blended reality.
I ran as soon as the sun would let me,
far away from the stranger who looked just like me.

 

That Song

alone-beach-black-and-white-702264.jpg
I remember that song.
Every note just for me.
Sweet melody,
aimed straight toward my heart.
Our souls in tandem with the music.
I’d bathe in the cast of your light.
You with that grin.
I’m there sometimes,
when I go back,
for a listen…just for me.

Journal Entry # 121 – Be Yourself

silhouette photography of group of people jumping during golden timeTo be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Journal Entry # 120 – Where’s The Colour?

adult alone backlit black and white

Depression is being colourblind and constantly being told how colourful the world is. – Atticus

Journal Entry # 119 – If I Think It, It Will Come!

DearestBrightAcouchi-small
You fail only if you stop writing. – Ray Bradbury

Journal Entry # 118 – Laughter is Medicine

black chimpanzee smiling

A day without laughter is a day wasted. – Charlie Chaplin

Journal Entry # 118 – The Depth of Love

silhouette photo of man leaning on heart shaped tree

The depth of the love of parents for their children cannot be measured. It is like no other relationship. It exceeds concern for life itself. The love of a parent for a child is continuous and transcends heartbreak and disappointment.  – James E. Faust