Sometimes, it takes a little darkness and a change in perspective to see the light — and the beauty of a moment.
And talking and talking.
At the end of each day.
Celebrating your wins.
Moments of bashing.
Un-timed, unadulterated, unhinged.
Just to listen to your voice. Just to see you smile. Just to watch you as you think hard or not think at all.
I savour the moments you open up and let me in.
Let’s keep talking.
They can’t be found at the bottom of a whiskey glass. Regardless of number or the force you put in tapping the glass as you drain the last drop. It just ain’t smart enough. Though you may hold a crystal, it doesn’t hold your fortune.
Where can one find answers to questions that are difficult to answer?
Are there answers to be found at all?
Ask the why’s and how’s — you’d end up feeling foolish. Someone is sure to say, “you’re old enough to know, silly.”
My career, my life, my heart —
is nobody’s past time.
Not someone’s spare,
nor a contingency plan.
I’m the option.
I’m worth the trip;
the essence of the journey.
I’m the destination.
You just need to man up and grow a pair.
Like any flower, hope wilts with time. Sooner without care.
It blooms at the touch of air and light. Nourished, it radiates.
As a child would.
Eyes glued shut and willing the universe to defy its own laws.
For time to go slow or pass quickly, stand still — or perhaps go in reverse.