These words

By Myself.

(A random musing by EH)

Sitting by myself, alone in my favorite spot. It's quiet for now, this place full of memories. snapshots of times gone by.

Sitting by myself, I watch the world go by, life is moving faster than I can run, I want to rest but life won't let me.

Sitting by myself, some things come into focus while others remain blurred. I want my life to be clear, but life remains clouded.

Sitting by myself, I find it funny that the word alone contains the word one, as in one soul, one journey, one ending to my one story.

Sitting by myself, life seems to slow for a few blessed moments. But I know as soon as I stand the race begins again.

Sitting by myself, wondering what I am and thinking of all the things I've failed to be, I try to shut out the voice of doubt in my head.

Sitting by myself helps to quiet my speeding mind and Racing heart and sitting here alone, I am calm.

But only for now, everything in life is "for now"

Things are good "for now" but they will get worse.

Things are bad "for now" but they will get better.

I am only here "for now" and someday I'll be gone.

My only fear is that when I've left, I will have left nothing.

Nothing to be seen that people will think "he did that"
so I will leave words, these scribbles on the page.
I write because I cannot speak of everything I feel.
I write because through it all these words help me heal.

I am here to live, to work, to love, to write and to leave what I can, while I can until the end of time.