To be is to exist at the moment, to enjoy the little pleasures of life, to acknowledge your existence as something more than debts and the next meal.
She chose you once, ages ago, she chooses you again over and over.Not for what you do for her, not for what you are to her.She chooses you for what she is with you.She chooses you for what her world is without you.
Countless times she chose to let go, countless times she failed.Time and again she cried, tears of happiness, tears of anger and frustrations.She chooses to hold on, for even roses have thorns.
A simple perfect rose is all she has, it is all she needs.A rose she knows where all the thorns are and how deep they prick.A rose she can’t picture missing from her.
Enough times she’s arraigned herself in front of herself.Her own judge, jury and executioner
Wake up darling, time is up, this chapter is done,
No, this isn’t a chapter; it’s the whole damn book
This is not worth reading
You are the writer, not the reader
It is what you say it is, put it down or change the plot.
She is a girl in love; she is a girl in love.She made her choice then and never regretted, not once, Well maybe when her love hurts, hurts so bad but still her love.So no, she has never regretted.This is not the once in a while kind of love.It’s the once in a lifetime kind of connection.
So she keeps choosing you, over and over
Because in the end …
FIND WHAT YOU LOVE AND LET IT KILL YOU
For a moment there she was his and he was hers. Unquestionable truth, it was known. They were the best version they could be, effortlessly happy, tried and tested and with each passing adventure the isle drew closer.
They picked their colors and dreamt of their day before man and God professing their truth. They chose the napkins and decided on the shades and shapes …..blissful.
Then the devil came in. Happiness became like chasing the wind. The dream a distant glare. She tried to hold on, as much as the strength within allowed her, he fought for the days past and the hope of an effortless tomorrow. All to no avail.
They had become so comfortable in their universe and gave no regard to the evil lingering, plotting, strategizing and eventually striking. They loved so hard that went it cracked, it instantly broke. They dreamt and forgot to shield their love.
She was his now she is hers.
Thank you for crossing my path
Thank you for letting me witness your glory, just enough to keep me interested. Then yanking it away like death in the night.
Thank you for walking me right down the path I ‘desired’ knowing it’s a facade. Knowing it was far from your reality but…why not ? Why not sample the ‘deserted road’? Who knows it just might spring new light….right?
Thankyou for the clarification. No , I don’t desire approval rather acceptance. Don’t desire to be deceived . Thankyou for the hurt, too bad I chose the exit before the water works debut.
Thank you I am better despite of you not because of you. Thankyou my heart left intact, scratched but fine.
Lets see how well reversed roles play out. Careful not to be schooled by the wreck you leave in your wake.
I could write about our dead soldiers
but their pain is gone
I could go on and on about how they will be missed but they won’t hear me
I write for those left behind.
The young mother left with nothing but a cold side of the bed
The family that lost the “pride of the family”
The friends that lost their selfless comrade
What of their pain? When will it end?
I could parade twitter with #istandwithkdf tweets but do we really?
As a nation we feel the pain but it’s nothing compared to the families loss
I write for the pain of growing up fatherless, living with the loss of a child ,living with the memories of a dear friend.
They dedicated their lives to total strangers. Chose to fight and protect our freedom and our land.
For that they lost the ability to watch over their loved ones
For that they forgo watching their infants grow
I weep for our departed and weep even more for those they left behind.
One for all and all for one they say… May their legacies live on and those left behind know we are forever indebted. They say time heals ….well time will tell… My sincere condolences and outmost respect to all affected and afflicted