Passionate epitaphs have always been my thing. I forget about the moments leading up to the death, forgetting the troubles, the sins, the anger, the mistrust, all of it.
A symphony of words release themselves from my vocal cords, heart felt, but misguided; confused, but still true. I’m finding myself in a place where I remember the past, a place where I see troubles in the beginning and I screen them out. I feel a more contemplative me who is more interested in what the situation was composed of rather than how the situation ended. My heart is filled with so many things, mailbox presents, blindfolded cupcake dates and kenituars. Outstanding moments are just that, outstanding. I want moments that aren’t outliers. I want every embrace, every smile, every joke and every tear to be as incredible as the last. It’s a lot to ask but there have been surprisingly few let downs.
My life is good. My life is new. My life is dynamic. My life is… mine.
That felt really good to type.
“I am prepared for amazing things to happen. I can handle it.”
Dearest, I know we’re friends so I might be biased but this is such beautiful writing! Keep up the blog, I adore it. Don’t stop here,publishing…….
22.07.2008 08:03