The itch has come back. I think I need to start writing again. My fingers are already dancing, searching for a pencil to scribble with. I suppose I’ll buy some moleskins at work tomorrow. It will be lengthy this time, so two will do.
It’s unnerving how I can’t remember the last time I saw you. Of course, it doesn’t matter much. You’re gone, for now. Alas, someday we’ll meet again, and when our eyes meet for the first time in years, I’ll remember fondly of our time together.
“Because I don’t live in either my past or my future. I’m interested only in the present. If you can concentrate always on the present, you’ll be a happy man. You’ll see that there is life in the desert, that there are stars in the heavens, and that tribesmen fight because they are part of the human race. Life will be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment we’re living right now”—The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho (via naturae)