What kind of emotion do you feel when you look at this picture?
A room full of books, a single lamp trying to disperse the shadows lurking in the corners, their dark tentacles creeping forward, ready to grab the light and draw it closer.
My past life, clawing at the edge of my memories, attempting to change what's written there. Then, slowly realizing there is nothing I can change no matter how hard I try.
My eyes drift back to the racks and racks of books. Some of them carry memories like mine, while others carry adventures missed. The dim light reminds me of the waning time I have left.
Sorry, didn't mean to be a Debbie Downer today. It's just the way life is. Sometimes, you have to let it all out.
As I close this letter to myself, I vow to use my time wisely and perhaps something new and exciting will come my way. Or something old will wiggle my thoughts to let me know I had more fun in this life than I realize.
