New Year’s resolutions. Those goals we make every year: to try new things, to change those things about ourselves we don’t like. Sometimes they’re a bit too lofty – going from exercising once in while to working out for an hour a day doesn’t usually stick. Sometimes it seems as if we sell ourselves short, settling for something that doesn’t truly make a change, just so that we can say we kept our resolution.
A gusty autumn wind was blowing around the corners and eaves of the mansion when I awoke the next morning. I scarcely remembered arriving the night before, I had been so exhausted, but now I was well-rested and eager for a good breakfast to begin the day. Climbing out of my soft, warm bed (that I considered far too large for just one person), I crossed to the window and pulled the cord to draw back the heavy curtains.
This place I love's my destination:
A town with little population
But without too much isolation.
I'll rest beneath sky's dome.
Can’t stop my hearts acceleration!
Of slowing it shows no indication.
I simply cannot resist temptation
To find my way back Home.
Note: this is a new story that I'm working on, and I hope that by posting it here, I will a) get some feedback, and b) have some incentive to keep working on it instead of stuffing into some obscure file on my desktop somewhere. LOL.
Anyway, you get a two-chapter deal out of it, so I hope you enjoy. Oh, and any decent working title suggestions would be nice too. :)
At the end now
falling down now
giving up now
all for you
Changed and broken
left and shaken
to your love
Peace has washed me
clean of worry
all of me
is all for you, and
one day coming
I'll come running