I love books. The ability to be sitting in a crowd of people and yet still being able to escape into a whole new world. Reading will never be outdated or forgotten, because our imaginations and minds crave them. The feeling of slipping into other worlds for a while is one of the greatest ways to treat yourself.
Ever since I’ve been home, I’ve been thinking the same thing.
"When is it time to go home?"
I am home though.
Our cabin became my home. Everyone became a family.
It’s gonna be strange not having my room connected to Brooke’s. Or waking up to Trey making bacon. Jaylen playing video games. Kass and Frankie’s makeshift bed. Juston losing to Krys in pool. Ditto worrying about bears. Eryn’s fashionable outfits, even in the cold, horsey-type weather. Kanaan right above us upstairs. And my babe.
I don’t get to see him when I wake up anymore.
But we made some crazy, beautiful memories. I became closer to all these weirdos, haha.
Come when I’m just slipping into slumber. Once I’m under, they’re lost forever in the darkness of my unconsious.
I know that they’re somewhere between the sharp, dark, dagger-like memories that run over the same wounds, reopening them, making them bleed…and the bright, fluffy reminiscences of better times that I can hide in when everything seems too shrouded in darkness.
One day, far away in the future, those poetic words will come back in a dream. Unsuspecting, but welcome.
I’ll clutch them tightly and bring them forth with me into consiousness when I awaken.