a journalist and his times

We thundered up the stairs and out into the night. 

I ached to feel the slice of sharp, cold wind as I ran, 

but the air was gentle, 

always gentle, and the sky serene. 

Almost out of Ohio. Where the weather is always gray. 

Take me back to my lake, take me back to weather that makes us scream belly down on the docks until we run back to the cars. I've been stagnant for four years-- I need to roam. 

No need for security in a passionless world. 

I want my love with reckless abandon. I don't regret anything that has happened in the past few weeks, it has changed me for the good and taught me about myself. AND I WANT MORE. Because there are times when I don't want to be brave and I have learned that there are places that are safe and where nothing can hurt you except time. 

Why should we look back, 

when what we want is to break down the

mysterious doors of the impossible? 

Now I don't know if I'm finally going to find the impossible and have the ability to confront it, but I'm going looking. Finally. A whole half a year of adventures. I know they won't all be epic, and they won't all make me happy. But I'll be doing it for myself, not because our society dictates that I follow a set path. I've done that for 16 years-- there is more to know. 

So a toast;

 

To those who chase the light, and to those who dance with the night. 

cheers