Ancient, probably

[kimmerspixelated]

near 20 when penned, I found this in my stack of writings.

God walks in the gardens, in the morning, in the afternoon, and at night. He's always there..gardens represent the world in all it's splendor..the light that shines on you, is the torch he runs with as the inspiration in your heart and the road in which you travel.

Such a trip to look over the really old stuff and realize where your head was, as clues from your soul at any age.

[FirstLight]

1. that's beautiful, kimmers

I should pull out my journal from 1999-2002 and see if anything 'pops'

I actually burned all my truly old journals from jr high because i had to release that poor depressed teenage girl who hinged her whole life on her romantic world...it was sad, but liberating...

[kimmerspixelated]

2. I only threw out the ones with bad vibes.(not many)

or the ones that were repeats or illegible. The sugary sweet, teenaged over the top excitement one, I find astonishing to re-read, and there's always a little something even if it's just a phrase... to hold on to.

[felix_numinous]

3. This is really some good writing,

good thing you kept it. Thank you for sharing it with us. I hope you have a garden now

[kimmerspixelated]

4. Thanks Felix,

What strikes me more than quality is the fact that it almost seems like something channeled.. a message from above.