Creative Musings In Various Written Form
What does it mean to loose someone? To experience loss. First off, it is change. But everything changes so it’s more than that action. It’s a disconnect—to have a relationship severed from your life.
You never know when change will happen. The ultimate change is the kiss of death, when our spark that makes us who we are dim from our eyes to pure darkness.
That’s why we must make most of every moment—live a life. Make mistakes, always forgive, always love unconditionally.
This concept can set the stage for epic adventures or failure.
What do you hope for? As your eyes lock with that gorgeous stranger across the coffee shop.
Are we just passing by? Or will that one small gesture lead to conversation, to connection that is real, to adventures beyond what you hoped for.
And will that connection meet your expectations, fulfill that desire you long for in another? Or is it just another disappointment to add to the list.
There is another adventure waiting around the bend. Look for it. And anticipate it.
Written 06/09/17
On that day, which was a normal day for the rest of the world, two people decided to build a life together. Promises made. Planting seeds for the future.
A decade has passed. Revisiting the spot where the promise was made. Nothing grows there anymore.
The seed of the promise decayed, leaving a barren wasteland that once held bright grass, swaying in the wind of change. In this moment, time held the promise of the past, the stillness of the present and the potential of an unknown future.
A poem originally written 04/05/17
How can one person’s smile
light up your world?
From the top of your head, to your
tippy toes and back
to your heart
as a smile forms, lips curling upwards
Into a cheshire cat grin. His smile
that beams bright, like the sun,
as its warmth radiates over you.
Then you realize it:
The one thing you dread
Is now true and has been
Deep in your heart
You knew, yet denied it.
And now, your heart
That which you hold dear
Doesn’t belong to you anymore.
Your heart. Which knows
That his doesn’t belong to you, but another.
Your heart, that sinks down in a pit
Knowing that this won’t happen
Wallows in sadness
And then stops. Because it has been there before.
It knows how to shut off, shut out, and harden
Like a diamond, shielding,
Protecting what is within.
A precious gem, that no one
may have or hold,
Locked away in the dark,
for safekeeping.
Now, your heart is festooned
With the red strings, both
pain and joy. Take pleasure in
the pain. For that means that you still live
And that this heart still beats.
Waiting.
Taking Note 