On such a rainy, cold day like today, I think of my inspiration. I think of the sunny days of a childhood long gone. I think of the warm beaches drizzled with white sand. I remember how I longed to dance like the trees and shine like the stars. I remember how I made friends with the wind and sang with the birds.
I remember the flowers that would tell me stories and the grass that would sometimes be my pillow, if only for a moment. I remember the days when we played together in the rain. I remember the knowledge you imparted and the courage you gave. I remember the security of just knowing your name. But then, I remember the pain. The pain that surely came the moment you left. The pain that fought to over shadow the joy that once was. I remember wanting to feel nothing. I remember emptiness and defeat. And then I remember, remembering why I was here. I remember knowing that there was more to my world, still undiscovered, still unknown. I remember knowing it was waiting for me. I remember leaving the known behind and bravely embarking alone, but never alone. I remember rediscovering what once was. I remember the first time I remembered that I could still smile. I remember getting up, reaching out, growing. I remember that it was only yesterday. I remember, I remember...because to forget...is to lose myself.
