“Birds are Really Free”
I was looking at a flock of birds today admiring the way that they stay together so in sync; even through numerous conditions of weather and failing circumstance. But I also noticed that there were several stragglers amongst the bunch. It reminded me of the similarities with people , with loyalty and even disloyalty of the most absolutes. Reminding me of the many human stragglers. And it teased me into believing that there will always be those that stick with us and go in our direction so willingly and faithfully. And there will always be those that insist on going in their own direction not seeing the benefit to all in the unity. One thing that I noticed with the birds though, is that not one bird goes back for the bird that doesn't want to go. The one that threatens to break the unity. They let them go in their own direction. from the outside looking in; it appears the birds don't skip a beat either. They just keep flying higher with such determination. Maintaining the posture to get to where they need to be. They make it to their destination never wondering, never regretful and never feeling guilty for that one that wanted to leave. Birds are really free.
“That Moment”
For that moment, that moment that she was soaked and frozen in a living corpse of depression; she begged for death.
She felt the world didn't deserve her, and her revenge should be to remove herself from those that claimed to love her. She contemplates, for that moment, and that moment only.
Then she stood up, wiped her tears, applied her makeup; especially her lipstick and mascara.
She slips into a form fitting but comfortable dress. With fresh sunburst orange nail polish she puts on her sandals; feet ready to go.
She completely walks away from that moment, as she has done so many times before.
Dark Promises...
I promise you a lack of sleep,
No permission to be tired.
Anxiety after we meet,
The worry keeps you wired.
The quietness, while the house
rests,
But your thoughts have all arrived.
The daily tasks, obstacles and tests,
That keep you sleep deprived.
I promise you, only the moon,
Is what the darkness said.
You try to leave me way too soon,
How dare you go to bed.
And every promise darkness made,
Has finally come to light,
The sun shines through my window pane,
But we'll meet again tonight.
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Living creatively.
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“Hurt”
When a person does or says something that hurts you, you have a choice. You have a choice to let it hurt you and affect the rest of your day, or to practice this skill of control and decide how what they did is going to make you feel, and what your reaction is going to be. Why can't you decide that hurt makes you realize that the other person is an idiot? could it be that this person is hurting you because they are hurting themselves so instead you feel pity for them. Remember, how you feel is an emotion that you have control of. Your reaction to that emotion will be based on exactly how much control you have. Every reaction has a consequence and sometimes that consequence will hurt you a lot more than the person that hurt you.
“The Secret”
Our love had been a mystery, only known to us. Magical and phenomenal, everything that we could have ever wished for; other than it being secret. I made it to the hospital just in time, smashing through the doors with tears in my eyes and panic in my posture. His eyes slowly clouded over. The people around me were crying , but none of them knew love for him like I did. He felt my presence and reached for me. In front of everyone my eyes he seen. In that moment our love was no longer secret, it was free and seen.