Time Changes Everything

It’s funny how life can change in a blink, moving people in and out of your life like the tide. Some are swept away due to circumstance, others up and leave, and some move on beyond this earthly realm on to more heavenly things. A person can be in your arms one day and gone the next, and even with time it’s as if you can’t wrap your head around it. There comes a time you can’t go home anymore, when the walls and roof that made that home belong now to someone else. If only the walls could talk and take you down memory lane to all of the memories you had long forgot.

I always said my childhood was good but if I am completely honest it had a lot of stress and heartache attached to it, it’s just that as a children we seem to be better at holding and focusing on the good. I miss the the sound of the tires on my bike when I would get a lot of speed going. I wrecked more times than I can count and pretty bad sometimes and I just went right back to it as if nothing happened, I don’t know if it’s good I can’t do that with my life or bad. When do you forgive and forget and when do you forgive and release. Life sure was much simpler when we didn’t know there were supposed to be rules or standards. I wonder what adults lives would look like without the expectations and regulations someone made up a long time ago.

I daydream about a life that isn’t rushed, taking my morning coffee on a big front porch. The morning serenade of birds covered under the morning fog. Fresh air and morning pastures untouched by men who just want to build things. Trees full of life, giving life and quiet, that cannot be found just anywhere. I want to rock gently on the swing and slip off into sleep. I long for barefooted strolls across dewy grass, the whisper of a rumbling creek. I want happiness and I want peace. To hold company that is equally understanding, kind, and gentle. I miss ease of conversations and simple laughter. I miss simple.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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