Evolution…

The vision in my memory was a fact in my youth. Riding the ocean, feeling the breeze, the sky as my roof and heaven’s peace is now resumed to weekends. The passion and love I once had is lost in the past. Her eyes pass by mine but there’s an invisible wall of fear and suspicion separating us. The nightmare of my youth became my present. Ten hours a day with a computer in my face, cornered in my desk, the artificial polluted air coming from fan, a flashing fluorescent light hanging in my ceiling, printers spiting paper and phones ringing the eardrums out of my mind. But this could be a fresh beginning, the coming of new experiences. There are doors I haven’t open, and windows I’ve yet to look through. But going forward may not be the answer. Maybe I should go back…