I need reminding.
The glow of inspiration fades and I am left empty.
I need reminding.
Often.
The hunger for more and the path towards it grows dim and blurry. I am lost and need reminding.
The flash of light that illuminates truth, flickers and dies in the monotony of daily life. I am left asking, fumbling for nothing in particular. That clean new truth with sharp glowing edges, now unrecognisable.
I need reminding.
To wake each day with light, lest I lose my way. And I will. And I have. Lost the truth that rests in my pocket. Lost in familiar lands. Hungry with food overflowing.
I need reminding.
Of why I breathe and wake each day, to walk the self same way. And so each day or hour, depending on the weather in my head, I will remind myself. I will set obstacles in my way, to trip and block my path.
I need reminding.
Often and loud.
Loud enough to silence the echo of questions asked.
I need reminding because truth and power are hard to hold on to. So is passion, and the glimpse of me that makes sense.
And, I need reminding.
Often.
So my whole heart might join in. So that I might be revived
