Here I skip stones, across the still water. My feet anchored within the sand, as time flew. Each sunset spent without you, my heart ached. I yearn for your return with red roses and violets. Advertisements
Those dainty words twirl and dance between my eyes. I’ll say it today, I’ll say it tomorrow, I love – you. Sweaty palms, speedy heart, unable to calm the storm as you glide towards me. Your smile grows wide, melting my heart. The world sits in silence, now’s my chance. I……I…..I love….. I love you! …
We all go through unpredictable hardships in life. We have to remember that we are the lucky ones.
There it is, that majestic photograph. A glimpse of time, forever captured between a frame. There it is, left untouched that handwritten speech. A glimpse of time, still relevant today inspiring millions. A photograph worthy of 1,000 words. A speech worth 50 years of enrichment. Featured Image. With Martin Luther King Jr. assassination vastly approach …
My words woven together stretching the truth beyond measure. Tailored and bound by those ‘round. As time progresses, neglected frays unravel the fabric. Leaving me exposed – naked. Here I stand holding, empty strands of the truth.
Box by box, I pack up expectations. Move over new followers, improved writing, increased exposure. I need room. Room for failure. Einstein failed school, yet changed physics. E=mc2 Emily Dickenson was ignored, yet she wrote 1,800 poems. Beethoven stopped practicing, yet composed beloved symphonies. Move over expectations, failure is needing space.
Here I am, just existing. Clock in, Clock out, each day like the last – mundane. Not a smile nor wince across this surface. Until… The light was uncovered, in the labyrinth midst luminously shining. Each day a new feat, bringing with it a cheerful glee. Here I am, living.