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…

Up in Flames

“I just don’t want to fuel the fire.” He said.

“It’s too late…” She thought to herself. She dared not say it out loud.

“What happens if we let the fire burn? There’ll be no way out!” He mused.

“We might as well let it all go up in flames and burn to the ground..” She thought it, but again, dared not say it.

She’d survived many fires before…

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…

Moods 

The heart, a kaleidescope of fire and ice, calm seas, clear blue sky and starry nights. Sometimes the clouds gather overhead, the thunder rumbles and lightening strikes and the rain pours down. And sometimes the birds chirp and the sun warms the face. A cool breeze provides just the right relief on a blazing summer day. There are even times when it is a culmination of it all in a one day.

So how do two hearts then co-exist? How do they manage to find a middle ground when at times both are in conflict? How do they walk side by side, hand in hand when so often their moods are not in agreement? When her skies are blue, his are grey. When he has sunshine she has rain.

Perhaps you are each other’s cool breeze that gently steers the clouds away so that the sun shines again. Perhaps his clouds cover up her sun to create beautiful shapes in the sky that they can watch in wonder. Perhaps they don’t agree, but compliment each other instead…

You are Missing from Me

I miss home when I’m missing you.

You feel like my childhood pictures, mom’s home cooking, comfort, affirmation, my mom’s voice, laughter, being carefree and worryless, a beautiful song. You are familiar. A place I should have known was where I’ve always wanted to be. Oh honey, You are missing from me…