Revisit Me

“How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.”
― William Faulkner

Everyone revisits their past at some point. Some dwell, some cherish the thoughts of times gone by, and some still ponder the meaning of certain happenings of their lives. Whatever it may be, we all have these thoughts at times as we immerse our hearts into thoughts of yesterday, in a sphere of times gone .

Not so often, when we least expect it, voices or thoughts from our past revisit us. They come calling at the randomness of perfect synchronicity. They spark from the void of memory, through the sound of a familiar noise, in a faint smell on the wind, or in a face that we haven’t thought of or seen in years.

Memories are then rekindled and flood the mind.

I often have moments like this, peaceful thoughts of peaceful…