Ghosts...

My wheels are always turning. I have been working on not let things get stale. I am attempting to trend in the direction of not dwelling. Problem, then solution and dissolution is my ultimate goal.

Things come in and things go out. As a constant ebb and flow of just the generalities of life, I am constantly working on my acceptance of the flow. It is difficult to let anything that is close to me, meaningful in anyway fade from present to past. Memories are things that I choose to hold close to me.

Yet still, I have these moments where I feel like something is "missing". As if a particular experience could be more satisfying if there was a different elemental blend. It feels as close to instinct as I can vocalize. It's a feeling like someone is standing over my shoulder and when I turn around, there is nothing there. It's symbolic and heartbreaking for me for a number of reasons.