Melancholy memories of events that never happened. Springing forward just to fall back. Lamenting over what I don’t have. Making the things I do pale without comparing. So at the bottom of this half empty glass I’m staring. Tears and spilled milk make a bitter concoction.
The tides are changing. Sand is slowly seeping from one end of the hour glass to the other. We can choose to wait until the time is right or do our very best to treasure, revel in and live each moment as the gift it is.
Sometimes love is a battlefield. Some people show up in their full armor, big guns & plenty of amo. While other arrive with a hopeful spirit unprepared to fight. They stand unprotected brandishing a butter knife!!
Oh love, you ultimate thrill seekers attraction. Carefully clicking me to higher heights. Causing me to throw my hands in the air, close my eyes and scream. While my body feels like it’s plummeting to its death. My heart reminds me that my harness is secure & in you I am safe.
We threw some words around! Love-trust-hope-family. Before they bled into the walls we picked up brushes, we painted around us & called it home.
Gentlemen, at the meeting of every woman’s thighs is a raging war. Suit up to fight, but remember to choose your battles wisely. Some territory is fruitful, while others are plagued. Think about what your getting yourself into.
In the steady rock of this very still moment…I am moving you.
Often the truth is found within the silent inhaled breathe between the words.
No switches. We are the light.
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