taking time

When I came back to blot I seriously wanted to just write these things. Like connected pieces of a puzzle. Where the parts almost fit together. Where sometimes a dotted line connects them. I could see little lines emanating out. From Siem Reap to other places. In some way back machine things seemed hazy yet each place offered itself and yet another memory. Some things just require time though. Like I so want to write those words. Find the moments that connected me from a coffee shop in Taipei to a taco stand in Merida Mexico. Always seems I can look now and see the delicious little lines. Shining and even disappearing. Then I write. I take time. The things become like little highways. Signposts every so often. Like,

Turn right here for Laos. Go straight to Hanoi. A left turn is an Amtrak train trip I took sometime.

Maybe it’s the time I have now to find the routes. How each place was a marker. Then perhaps I looked at them and thought each was a single moment. Like a sunset in Hanoi.

hanoi

So I found sunsets and times. Saw each one and drew my lines. Connected the dots of aimless wandering.

I realized I had to take time. So I stepped back. Let the moments speak for themselves.

instead of rushing to go

I stop to see. Find the time because time ain’t really real. So instead this is what you got.

No rushing to write. Instead I simply do. Enjoy the break. Take some time. Write some words. Silently take a breath and exhale.

Ok. Let’s stop.