This is beauty:Monday, April 25, 2011
clothed in robes of confusion
This is beauty:A moment lost?
I have loved you for what seems an eternity, yet you have never seen me in that light. Except for one brief moment in time. Your lips were exceedingly close to mine. I asked for a water because my mouth was too dry. I was scared. You I had loved for so many years finally wanted ME. Your head came in closer and I shook mine. It could not happen, this moment was not right. When we talk I wonder if you recognize the beat in my heart screaming as though it was going to jump out. You kissed me on the forehead and walked me to my car, after we talked for a long time. Should I regret the moment missed or be thankful that nothing happened? Do
I deserve to have someone feel the way about me that I have always felt for you? I push so many guys away because they do not measure up. I respect you, and by you that encompasses your heart, mind, and soul. You are talented in every way. People everywhere love you. You are lost and searching but for one minute I wish you could see that in me you could be found.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
illusion of my imagination?
Since I was a little girl I had an image of what I believed life would be like to grow up. My mind was distorted with happiness and hope. Life does not just float down a river of sunshine and this harsh reality is hitting me in the face. I mean don't we all just want to be happy and footloose and fancy free? Its as though I was not created to be where I am in life. Responsibility has bit the joy out of my existence and spit on me. Its as though I am swimming in an ocean of life's lessons and each lesson is a wave crashing on me and throwing me under the tide. Right as I feel that I am on the breech of gasping air another wave crashes down. I am drowning in this ocean. I just desire to stay afloat for more than a minute. Friday, May 7, 2010
through the trees
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
condensation
Watching the condensation form on the outside of a cold cup on a hot summer day. The way the droplets form into a puddle on the table where it is sitting. then vanishes with the heat if there long enough. It brings me to the point of understanding that if I sit in the sun long enough, if enough time passes my heart will be warm once again.
What does it matter anyways if my heart is warm or not? who do I think I am to sit and sob over something I can not change? We are living in a day where materialistic things are in dominion over us all. It makes me sick.There are people all over the world hurting and if I can not see past my own issues to help them... well that would make me a pathetic person.
Part of me wishes that I had nothing, to where I would have to work all day just to survive. Where there are dirt red roads and no queen size beds, no beds at that! Where I would have to sleep in a hammock and cook each day over a fire.
The dream I am chasing is to have a camera, backpack, and granola bars. To travel to the unknown to find danger and adventure. Never will I allow fear to hold me back from that. Even if I take this adventure alone.
Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everyone, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat. Mother Teresa
Monday, May 3, 2010
in between the raindrops
The words stung as if shards of glass tore open my flesh. Why of all the people on this earth did it have to be you? You understood life, you just knew how to live. You were not afraid to call me out and say, "What the HELL are you thinking ash!?"