For Flood and Fringes. This activity took longer than than I imagined mainly because I read the instructions poorly. I'm glad it's over. My submission:
I like the road I've taken, even if it has taken some hard turns. Parts of me yearn for change on warm days.
Serious though, I think wanting to be someone else means I'm not satisfied. There are all kinds of people no longer the possibility of my being. You know I ran out of time. I guess a number of us have said,"I'll leave it until I retire." Somewhere between the blur of a seemly speeding clock I got lost.
I've always been a bit of a drifter-- lacking clear direction. Feeling the same amount of disappointment. Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely. Let's go without goals.
You know, it's odd to think of nothing and then rest afterward in a psychiatric hospital. I get another chance if I want to be daring to leap into untested waters like a tiger.
Despite my fears, I still yearn for help on how to be a ghost for awhile... to observe the living. I don't know why I'm so obsessed with this. The tell-tale sign is that navigating shifting sands from a place of fear to a place of love is welcome. I feel I'm at that crossroad. The officials at the gate were easy to talk to.