[1]
I tightly grip the cup while spooning some sugar in. The cream, white and anxious, swirls with a stir of the spoon. There are many noticeable things about the world today; specifically how pretty the leaves look as they graciously blow in the breeze. I sat in a booth awaiting company. The restaurant was fancy and at the time of my arrival had been empty. I subconsciously poured my sorrows into this cup. Painful memories had gone but memories of lost-love managed to stay, corrupting such a beautiful day. What had I been taught about life and love? Where will my endless journeys subside? The lover's lost come back on days like today--when inspirational love songs play on a restaurant radio. These are the moments I feel like I'm the only one here even though I am not. If the coffee is good then the food and conversation may be. Either way I'm still alive-- breathing in this polluted air, believing deceitful beings and burying all of my heroes. I've waited a life time for my words to mean something without realizing they already do and to me, the writer, they mean everything.
I tightly grip the cup while spooning some sugar in. The cream, white and anxious, swirls with a stir of the spoon. There are many noticeable things about the world today; specifically how pretty the leaves look as they graciously blow in the breeze. I sat in a booth awaiting company. The restaurant was fancy and at the time of my arrival had been empty. I subconsciously poured my sorrows into this cup. Painful memories had gone but memories of lost-love managed to stay, corrupting such a beautiful day. What had I been taught about life and love? Where will my endless journeys subside? The lover's lost come back on days like today--when inspirational love songs play on a restaurant radio. These are the moments I feel like I'm the only one here even though I am not. If the coffee is good then the food and conversation may be. Either way I'm still alive-- breathing in this polluted air, believing deceitful beings and burying all of my heroes. I've waited a life time for my words to mean something without realizing they already do and to me, the writer, they mean everything.
[2]
I laid my hand upon the water as if it were weightless. You can sink a person but you cannot sink her dreams. Those dreams flourish and move into a bigger, more breath-taking world. My dreams have flown from here; they're in the beak of a beautiful white dove, they're trapped in the mouth of the bluest ocean, or perhaps they've been buried deep within the earth's crust.
I am eagerly awaiting the chance to fly again, to be the me I've wanted to be, to spread these wings and break the chains restraining me. You did not take anything from me. You only added to what I already had. Mistaken intentions and unfortunate situations have harshly painted pictures of me. I've come to believe the furthest path is the one not taken and I have already been to so many places my heart wasn't truly in. I found me once again. Mistakes are just mile markers on this crazy marathon called life.
[3]
I call your name into the wind but no sudden movements are made. I wait for you here in this enchanting moonlight. I shine for you. I only wish you could see. Memories are like the perfume I bathe myself in; they linger for a period of time then vanish until I reapply. What does it mean to never see your own face again, to not breathe, to not hear, smell or think; what does it mean to be non-existent? I would make the hands of time stop if I weren't powerless. Powerlessness is one of life's strongest opponents. There's so many things in life that cannot be stopped. He taught me that.
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