Ahead

No alarm clock had a hand in waking her up this morning.The crack around her bedroom doorframe was the only indication that the day had begun. It is officially the first day of school break. As she stretched in bed, she thought of the day that stretched ahead. All the possibilities, all the choices that are hers to make lay ahead. It was gonna be a good day filled with little adventures. And she was looking forward to it.

To me

You are beautiful and strong. You are human and you do the best you can with what you have been given. The world is a nasty place. You won’t always have someone to stand up for you accept for you. You are all you have. So take care of yourself, love yourself because you are worthy of all the love there is out there. Keep going, don’t stop believing and keep your heart soft because it is good. You are good. Remember that…

Exposed

“But then you’ll see,” she said, hands protectively over her heart.”I want to see,” was his cryptic response, his eyes appealing, begging to see what was lying beneath the protective barrier.

And so she shakily lifted her hands from  the most precious part of her. He saw it…

 She could not read his expression as he turned around, without a word, and walked out of the room leaving her confused and exposed…

Dust

“I want to be a better writer. Help me,” She pleaded. She wanted her words to touch someone. She wanted someone to connect with her ramblings.

The best advice she gave was no different to words of wisdom for the walk of life. “Keep writing… reading also helps with that.” 

And so she must keep scribbling on the page as best she can. Keep turning the page until the ink dries and soon, they will connect…

Writing

I have notebooks everywhere. Loose pieces of paper next to the bed, on the kitchen counter, in the bookshelves, inside drawers, all of them, pleading for my handwriting. They are begging for my ink to bleed on them. “Write anything!” They implore. And so, I try. I use the booklet on the counter at the front door for shopping lists. The journals next to my bed, one is for bible verses and lessons, another I use for workouts and to measure my thighs. I use some for to do lists.

There are pages and pages and pages but not enough words to fill them all…

Unbridled Joy

Unbridled: free, undirected, unrestricted. Thoughts are freely shared. Gestures are unlimitlessly given. There are no fears, no holding back. Everything that is mine is yours; my happiness, my fears, my dreams and what I ate that day. No other word, but joy, is a fitting discription. So love me unbridled so I can know joy, unbridled…