Forgotten Intentions

July 10, 2001


The thought of never going home truly scares me. “I’m not ready. I’ll never make it. I’m needed there, just one more year, give me just one more year.” Get a grip. Why is it so hard to please myself? And I knew it would be like this, I knew I would let myself get sucked into that frame of mind and allow myself to “look back”. I am at another crossroad where it is tempting to just close my eyes and start walking.

Within a much anticipated letter containing a less favorable way of life, I found my forgotten intentions. In an attempt to disregard emotions, I rediscovered my buried treasure.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist