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The glow of the moon is unsurpassable by any other object, tonight.
The drive is cold, calm and indulging.
I grip the wheel, grasping for any shadow of warmth in it.
No luck.
Emery plays softly from my stereo speakers.
As I sing softly with it, I think about the path my life has taken me.
I resurface old and painful memories.
They play on my windshield like an old projector film.
My childhood, my move to Ohio, my teenage angst, my life.
Patterns and purpose flow freely through my mind.
I think about those whom I've loved.
And those I've hurt.
The people that I've disappointed.
And the people that tremor from their pride of my actions.
As I go over the last though, realization shows me that there aren't many.
Who has reason to be proud of me?
What have I done to deserve it?
Nothing, I decide silently to myself.
And my swirling memories continue.
I think of those that I love.
There aren't many of those either.
People in my life have come and gone like the abrupt seasons.
Had I made no impact on anyone, ever?
My mind sinks further into disappointment and disbelief.
I try to think of the good things, the happy memories, the beautiful moments.
How very few there are in my path of existence.
Why has my life been so free of love and beauty?
When so many people envy my very image.
Does anyone really know the covert circumstances that afflict me?
I guess not, I think sadly to myself.
The road emulates the moon light in the brilliant night sky.
I try again to think of all the good things.
Nothing in my past surfaces.
Naturally, the past is generally not a pretty thing.
Few moments come up, I smile with nostalgia.
The recent memories are the best of my life.
Before I know it, my driveway is upon me.
As I drive back into the secluded wooded vicinity, my smile has broadened.
I park my hunk of metal and step out into the cool, whipping air.
I gazed at the moon one last time before I lay in my bed for the night.
It seemed to simper down on me, flooding me with it's gleam.
The wind ceased for a singular moment, as though frozen in time.
And in that moment, I smiled in remembrance of all the wonderful memories I'd had.
Most of them lighted by the brilliance of the moon.
Nature, for once, was on my side.
If you were wondering, my Thanksgiving went very well.
I ate SO much food and I can't wait to eat turkey for the next three months.
How was your Thanksgiving?
Did you go Black Friday shopping?
What goodies did you come out with?
Indulge me.
Love,
Tev xo
The glow of the moon is unsurpassable by any other object, tonight.
The drive is cold, calm and indulging.
I grip the wheel, grasping for any shadow of warmth in it.
No luck.
Emery plays softly from my stereo speakers.
As I sing softly with it, I think about the path my life has taken me.
I resurface old and painful memories.
They play on my windshield like an old projector film.
My childhood, my move to Ohio, my teenage angst, my life.
Patterns and purpose flow freely through my mind.
I think about those whom I've loved.
And those I've hurt.
The people that I've disappointed.
And the people that tremor from their pride of my actions.
As I go over the last though, realization shows me that there aren't many.
Who has reason to be proud of me?
What have I done to deserve it?
Nothing, I decide silently to myself.
And my swirling memories continue.
I think of those that I love.
There aren't many of those either.
People in my life have come and gone like the abrupt seasons.
Had I made no impact on anyone, ever?
My mind sinks further into disappointment and disbelief.
I try to think of the good things, the happy memories, the beautiful moments.
How very few there are in my path of existence.
Why has my life been so free of love and beauty?
When so many people envy my very image.
Does anyone really know the covert circumstances that afflict me?
I guess not, I think sadly to myself.
The road emulates the moon light in the brilliant night sky.
I try again to think of all the good things.
Nothing in my past surfaces.
Naturally, the past is generally not a pretty thing.
Few moments come up, I smile with nostalgia.
The recent memories are the best of my life.
Before I know it, my driveway is upon me.
As I drive back into the secluded wooded vicinity, my smile has broadened.
I park my hunk of metal and step out into the cool, whipping air.
I gazed at the moon one last time before I lay in my bed for the night.
It seemed to simper down on me, flooding me with it's gleam.
The wind ceased for a singular moment, as though frozen in time.
And in that moment, I smiled in remembrance of all the wonderful memories I'd had.
Most of them lighted by the brilliance of the moon.
Nature, for once, was on my side.
If you were wondering, my Thanksgiving went very well.
I ate SO much food and I can't wait to eat turkey for the next three months.
How was your Thanksgiving?
Did you go Black Friday shopping?
What goodies did you come out with?
Indulge me.
Love,
Tev xo
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I tell myself every year to just shop in December....and don't.