A Collection of Written Memories by LiterarySerenity, literature
Literature
A Collection of Written Memories
This moment divides what came before from everything still to arrive— like teetering on the threshold of fresh opportunities I gathered past fragments into a single literary vessel— imperfect but personal to slip onto a shelf Preserved and bound as memories to share with family and friends They prove how far the written word has helped me to venture So many memories of ideas explored and friendships forged within a writing community
There are times,
[small,
inconsequential,
like the time between ticks on a clock too loud to ignore]
when you don’t feel the smoke
that’s in your lungs, too subtle to smell.
Those moments:
like a clear night’s sky,
like
air you can breathe,
like light filtered through foliage--so thick
the world turns green,
and your skin green,
and you feel like you could live in the snowmelt
of the mountain streams, soak up their frigid water
like a sponge so often dry.
And in those times you live in a space like a