Family

My darling family,

Where are you for the days? The passing days in which I hold you close at mind if not in arms. We could be sad at these distances or we could be grateful we ever had enough to miss each other in the first place. We could look forward to our next collection of minutes in each other's company, and only see the light. How I miss my mother and father, but what I have become is a testament to love and their guidance, whether it felt strange at times, inside my shell, understanding them and the world that surrounded me. The ballooning upon emerging from a protective shell, the blossoming of life, as it takes over, as we hold the reigns, control it, each in our own way. Me in mine. Oh it all looks spectacular from here. I can see the waves, singing a gentle lullaby.

So, I wonder how your days are. How are your days? I can type words out to you, feelings of warmth. I can see you whenever I want. Nothing is missing really, only those pretty arguments we fall into in person.

Yeah, I see people around me who are close by to their families, some obscenely so, some where they come and go into each other's daily lives and it seems nice and some who just coincide rarely, despite closeness in location. There is all kinds of situations. Some people probably don't miss their families so much and others will be locked into moments of sadness that they don't share a little more of the days with those closest to them. I think freedom and pursuing the calling of a heart is the greatest thing we can do, as the heart is our finest weapon, but that sometimes leads us away from the spot where our roots were twisted into the ground. I never considered tearing myself from the spot painful, I just don't know where I will, if ever, lay down those roots again. For now they excel at running over new turf and taking the upper parts of the body to lands where the wind can be felt on a neck, in the hair. I wonder why I don't miss my 'home' and am hunting for another, but I know it's right. My family is there, even in silence, it is there. You, fragments of me. You, with eyes and a pulse and a will of your own.

So, enjoy the days, as we are, together and apart. For our eyes will see each other soon, in more than dreams. Until that moment I am yours. As ever I was and will be.

Bless your socks and the contents, bless you on your way.