Rays through the dusty leaves

I was clearing up the mess in my room in a rare moment of free time, and little did I expect it to be rather therapeutic.

Lifting and moving the boxes of notes, I find hidden troves of memories. Tiny pieces of paper, scribbled full of words. Tiny trinkets and memorabilia from an age long since past.

You know it’s strange how it has not occurred to me to flip the room outside down. having been through a period of change, a golden period of change, there’s a need to create new spaces to accomodate the brand new world seeping into the old.

Like a fairy tale.

The first rays of the golden dawn gently caressing the leaves of the dusty old forest. The yellow light peels away the frigid leaves of the petrified branches, revealing to the eyes what was once a lush sea of green. A verdant jungle rich with emotions and feelings too strange and curious to chronicle.

Little did the little knight ever expect to re-visit this forgotten place, for he thought the memories of his new life would take up every other space.

But he’s glad he took that trip into the darkened recesses. Otherwise, how would he have know the beauty of her light that had permeated the cold murky depths.

It was simply breath-taking.

But enough of the allusions. In reality I found memories and echos from the past. I remembered glory and achievements, pain and sorrow,, I remembered embarassment and frustration, I remembered promises kept and forgotten, but strangely, there was a lack of ‘joy’.

I was really glad I took the time to pack the room up, making way for all the new portions of my life. I only wish you were here to awlk with me (in fact, weren’t you supposed to help me do it?)

Nonetheless, I can’t wait till you see it.