Boyfriend
Splinters of sunshine piercing an armor that has been gathered, fashioned and built over eons, packed over time, steadfastly rooted in never-again and what-if’s.
Splinters of sunshine piercing an armor that has been gathered, fashioned and built over eons, packed over time, steadfastly rooted in never-again and what-if’s.
This thread between us is spooling into a thick braid, from its original delicate start, and now it’s this chain link that wraps itself around my heart and connects me to you in a way I have never experienced. And it keeps growing. And as it grows, my certainty expands along with it.
You spend time, years, months and days pining for it, hoping for it. Hopelessly. When you last thought you had it in hand, and it slipped away, tearing out a hole in you as it fled into the clear, crisp light of day. Away. You dreamed about it on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and on every […]
One of the first bloggers I kept up with on WordPress (My Female Persuasion) was so compelling that I still head back to her posts for inspiration, to see what she has been up to. And today, I came across this. And it really hit home. Especially when you are ‘committing to a new stage’ […]
A sliver of a whisper, dark ghost of a tale floated into being, directed at a broken cage to weigh down, perhaps, or to tarnish the glow of a new heart beating… Deja vu of a whisper, ancient but familiar… poised on a stage, an unknowing audience, an unsieved unit, to draw out a sparkle […]
The music starts. Yet feet don’t move. Or even shuffle in tandem. There is a silent wait. To dance. To be free. Together. First moves and leads unsure and unknown. Waiting to dance. The music continues. I stand still. Waiting. 4.17.2011
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