Time for a ramble

I usually have a set notion of what I am going to write about, but I don't tonight...I just sort of feel like letting my fingers wander around the keyboard in a rambling missmash of thoughts.

and now my mind is blank and I have a headache. Nevermind then world, never fucking mind. Perhaps I will just post something off of my facebook notes so it looks longer and boosts my ego.

Ghosts of My Imagination:

I tend to spend as little time at home as possible. I know every hiking trail and body of water in close proximity to my house. I however had forgotten about the magical escape that lies beyond my backyard.

As approached the gate, I noticed how different it look. Our wooden fence is gone, having burned to the ground several years ago, but the gate remained only slightly charred. As I removed the barricade that had been placed in front of it to contain our dog I felt excited, guilty and a little sad.

So many hours of my youth were spent playing in the brush and trees with my sister, imagining silly games and fighting with light sabers. As we grew older and my sister left it became my fortress of solitude. It was here I imagined to life the characters from my books and watched them bring the story to life. It was here where I spent hours perfecting my English assignments and it was here where I cried the first time my heart was broken.

It has been nearly three years since I was here last and it is very much the same. The cacti have grown and one or two trees are missing but I still feel as though I never left.

I can feel the old ghosts from my imagination here. They are slowly welcoming me back with open arms. I can breath easy here.