When the wondering stops and the words don’t come to you there’s that hip on your waist and that muscle on your chalf and it’s just you
What isn’t there now that will be?
When do we expect what hasn’t been to be what is?
When does it all change?
Life looking at us and when we hear from it it’ll be an immediate prompt. It doesn’t ask us when we’ll be ready my love it tells us it’s time. Can we go? Can we respond to the world around us?
Sitting with my back all bent and my eyes closed with a hand on either side gripping the wooden rotten bench unruly capsized spilling out some truth from this silence I devote my entire life to
Chances of it happening? Ummm… sorry what happening? What isn’t happening right now? Are we waiting on something to happen? ?? Sorry just confused about the question I guess
The outstanding resourceful mind all packaged and sent away on the first sniff of definition. To be learned, to be wise without the burden without the leash that’s what I stare at as my gradually adjusting eyes don’t blink
I hope this world never convinces you that your ideas must become reality as if any of what the soul desires must find home in this fixed broken reality as if I owe to myself some pitiful effort in hopes of showing my poor aging eyes what my heart and mind befriended long ago
You find me scared doubtful and unoriginal and until I’m some horrible shade of self satisfaction and confidence I will, for you, be a perfect well balanced thing for in pursuit of what I could be I will have long left the absolutely perfect state of what actually is
It gets good it gets really good that’s a thing we know for sure but as for what happens to us when it worsens when what we face is blind to us blind to our hopes and acceptance well I’m not sure
Life loves lessons so we sit when it’s cold like a bride on wedding day baby take that mirror in one last time it’s about to change forever
Call it what you will if there’s a will there’s a way to go buddy you’re well on your wait wait wait come back wild eyed girl…
What I avoid comes calling like the phone I’m sitting on it’s 10 digits and a blazer waving at you drunken smiling reaching for those wild eyes
Call it what you will I’m using ‘honest’
You treat all my novel realizations as you would a small wound you give me time peace love and freedom to let life teach and what more could I ask for than that? Than an open seat to sit and inquire free from judgement time labels or fear? There’s more to love than that?