Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Silence is sweet,
Don’t you know?
Silence has sound,
I can hear.
Silence is loud,
You are near.
Like fresh rain.
Clouds are coming,
It sounds like breathing,
A constant reminder,
We are alive.
This bird that I see, wings tight and tummy hungry, some nights it only feels like she is a little bird. Pirched above the rest, she can only dream about the clean air through her newly sprouted feathers. But not yet.
I’ve just found myself on the earth, close enough to smell it. It smells alive! The beautiful earth in my hands, softly it rolls off my palm, between my fingers, it just falls but the earth stopped.
The sun sharply turns the corner, making her tear. Surprised, the brightness was comforting. She could still roll over and the earth was still there, pausing momentarily. The draft was fresh, refreshingly flowing, her spirit soaked it, inhale!
She was unfrightful, flying before she was ready. Graceful, she is. Though her troubles were there, she is strong now.
Life. Live it, love it and run! Sometimes dreams are scary. Boy am I soaking in that now. But they are our dreams for a reason and I sure am tired of always searching for ”why”. So take each board as momentum and if you start to slow down, then brace yourself. Someone gave me wings and doubt isn’t holding this bird down.
Life entails hardship, heartbreak, losses.
Who you expect to be there, in the valleys, might be a surprise.
So treasure every friend, my friend.
They all are gold, worth every breath.
And if they leave you like a fool, your gold will be yours again.
For they are truly fools. Because you are gold, an in measurable treasure. I am soft and graceful. Full of acoustics, singing of love I believe does not exist. I don’t think you exist.
Home is where the heart is? Really?
Well my heart is currently beating in my warm body and my soul rests in a valley.
My brain lately feels like a cauldron, brewing shit that I don’t want to live through again. The many complicated things of life.
To move on or not to move on.