Where I was going…


Yeah I got caught up on Facebook as soon as I grabbed my phone to write this post. Typical behaviour, I got sidetracked and in the process a fire was lit up in my chest!

Then I remembered that, Facebook wasn’t the reason I had grabbed this phone at this hour to air my chest.

After all is said and done, the reason why I grabbed this phone is…

I am faced with a task to go face my past, my past love, or is it still current love? Well I don’t know any more but yeah I have to go to Joburg, tie up loose ends and put some matters to bed.

It’s hard pulling myself out of the bliss of where I am.

I look around and listen to the messages that birds sing in their chirp, the mountains that remind me there are distant places in my sight I cannot even begin to imagine ever reaching.

I look at the children playing mindlessly and remember what it was like when I could not see their play!

Deep sigh,

I pull myself out of my comfort, down the drink (last swallow) and decide that yes,

I will go ahead and face my past self.

My past world.

My love.

My foregone dream that came true but didn’t deliver the gold I had anticipated would be the reward.

Just like in the movies, right?

Right.

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