Me

I am me, therefore I am not you. I create myself with in my boarders. In order to truly see you I might look past my boarders. 

I want. I am. I love.

Everything 

I want 

I am 

Everything  

that I am 

I love

 

Everything's connected

there is a reason

for each season 

time

and 

place     

5 a.m coffee

I see those who hurt and I hurt for them. Sometimes I j cry in there place. Feeling the need to be heard. The want to feel like someone worthy of the pursuit, wishing someone would listen. Needing that one person to hear and feel your thoughts. Know your words. Understand your story.

Silence

Fingers insulting the keys, thoughts scampering through my mind, words trying to make it on to the paper but curtain ones don't make the cut. The "golden gift" of writing tainted. The plague of not sharing truth interrupted by always having kind words. My mother told me "If you don't have nothing nice to say don't say nothing at all." So I don't talk. All the while having all the things to say. Something to add. But I don't.

Still Waters

They say that still waters run deep. I am deep. My thoughts are deep, my soul, deep. I am also still. Most of my time in this life I spend sitting still. Is this good? If so, then why do I feel left behind.

Life does not sit with those are still. But, I like Life. And, she won't sit with me!

We were friends once. Went out. Drank drinks. Chased boys. Played sports. Ran miles. Sang song. Danced all night. And one day I woke up and it was just over.  Things can just be over? Blink. Done. Left behind in a foggy mist. How sad that all things come to an end. Most of the time present time is not appreciate. Until you look back and it is time passed. Then it is time missed. And it hurts. 

Tis time, I enjoy my time.