A Good Book

A good book never lets you put it down; it demands attention like a new born child. Slowly but surely, hours pass.
It takes you on journeys, through different identities doing things you never thought you would.
Between the letters and spaces you begin to fall in love with the characters.
As you flip to the last page you feel torn; a part of you is gone.
A really good book - it lingers; it keeps you wondering..

S.

Gray Area

There's a part of life that, no matter how I chase, will never truly understand.
Is that supposed to be sad?
Looking at how almost everyone is able to have it, even taking it for granted, but I will never obtain it.

I used to have it. Used to. I guess I took it for granted as well.
In a split second I lost it. It slipped right out of my fingers.

I didn't understand what it meant though, the moment that I lost it.
Then all at once, everything hit me.
It's never coming back, never again shall I experience it.

Do I envy others?
As much as I deny, there's no way to hide.
But one must face reality.
The saddest part is that, only a rare few will understand;
& I can only feel this sadness alone.


S.

Rogue Planets

I think of you at ten; the first time I saw you. Your smile at nine and how it lit up something inside me I had thought long dead. Your lips at eight pressed against mine and at seven, your warm breath in my ear and your hands everywhere. You tell me you love me at six and at five we have our first real fight. At four we have our second and at three, our third. At two you tell me you can't go on any longer and then at one, you ask me to stay.

- LangLeav 

S.

A Toast!

"To new beginnings,
     in fear and faith

      and all it tinges."

Well, I'm going to take a huge step out of my comfort zone and it sure is frightening.

Something I was never good at, have no experience in and always resisted.

Having said that, I'm looking forward to it.

So here's a toast, to new beginnings.

S.

Stillness

There is a certain stillness, when even the gentle flutter of a
butterfly's wing feels like a hurricane.
 The moment when crashing waves fall asleep, peaceful, lost
to the serenity of salty dreams.
 When tall tress stand to attention and every leaf pauses,
takes a deep breath and holds it.
 It is here, beneath the maddening silence I hear your name.
 An echo of you. - Michael Faudet

S.