Hope you have a great day and don’t waste too much of it sitting around in raptured awe whilst thinking of me…
Thank you for that thoughtful reminder.
I was just pining over the thought of your touch, paralyzed at the sensation of your kiss. I thought to myself, how will I go on?
I took no choice but to stretch.
Releasing any, if at all, tension from being one half to a whole stretched across rivers and towns.
Ah, release! At the very thoughts rooted in self-inflicted detriment came light!
A lightening bolt of the me I used to fine tune daily.
Suddenly my thoughts began illuminating any shred of darkness.
I remembered! I remembered!
The look of the mountains the smell of the rain, and the sound of the great river flowing through each breath of mine. The very happenings that give me inspiration to love to hurt and to live.
Hurt no more, he would not want me this way.
With the touch of the Earth below me, I do not waste another passing moment.
I do not want to be that way. Stuck in a tretnch of worry and expectation.
Raise up with a smile, a kiss and a wink to the new daylight spilling down on me.
Be more, I thought. Be more.
Ah yes the call to be more than just ourselves to search out happiness in our every waking moment no matter what turmoil might be tossing us hither and thither. It is a struggle but what is life without struggle? Afterall How can we know light if we have no explored the darkness first? It is only in struggle and contrast that we are able to find ourselves. It is only in separation from the ones we love that we realie what it is that we love about them.
What a gift to remember the fine details that comprise your sweet yet savory taste delectable to my pallet. To think of you is a true gift granted from a hard days work. Tirelessly stiving to love myself before I reap the benefit of your loving wings. A balance sensitive to go off canter if I rely solely on your joy and no longer know how to make my own. If I don’t, darkness creeps again, parting my moral fiber. I am vulnerable if I no longer recognize the face in the mirror. For missing what I love about thee remains in the voids of love within myself. Love thyself and the wonder of the world will open their golden dates. Offering whiskey, gin, and wine among a kindred spirit who is able to love others because she strives to love all twisted blemishes and budding greatness deep beneath her skin. Fear not the world within you good sir for it is more real to me than any other I’ve encountered before. Knowing your laughter rings aloud, even from afar, brings a calm surrender in the realization that there is stardust in both our eyes.