I don't even care if anyone is reading this. Everything is a release when I can put pen to paper, or fingers to keys. Is it possible that things can change in an instant? Yes they can. Life can change, people can die and the birds fly away. Focusing on the moment, on you, on what you're doing can be just as fulfilling as it can be heartbreaking. My realizations and motivations come forth on a daily basis now and though sometimes they are the same, more often than not they fill that emptiness that plagues my thoughts. Those quiet moments when something is whispered into my ear and I can take that moment to contemplate.
While waiting to be called in for some blood tests, I just looked out the window at the gray building beside me. Wondering why you would place a window here just so I could look out into something I was already in. Perhaps it was just a mirror and I was seeing where I already was, or even in this case, where I had already been. What once was a mirror, has dissolved into pure glass. I can see my way into the world, and hopefully the world can see in.
I wrote a poem while in that waiting room and although I rarely edit my poetry, I think this one needs a second look. I shall post tomorrow.