I found you.
You found me.
Of course we promised for ever.
I found you.
You found me.
Of course we promised our love.
I found you.
You found me.
Our words hung in the air like birds gliding.
I found you.
You found me.
We made music.
We danced.
I found you.
You found me.
The bliss was unlike any other.
We wondered if it could possibly be.
I found you.
You found me.
But not in the the same space.
But not at the same time.
1. Go to bed ridiculously early the night before
2. While having a midnight sip of water, spill it in your bed
3. Go back to sleep trying to avoid the wet spot
4. Turn the alarm off AND “accidentally” throw the phone on the floor
5. Oversleep
6. Lose all fashion sense and become unable to create an outfit for the day
7. Once an outfit is selected, ironed and on your body …. find an unhide-able stain
8. Regroup, go forth, can’t find keys – can’t find glasses – can’t find swipe card – you know, the usual
9. Off you go, out to conquer the world!!!
And oh, it’s Monday for your child too sooooo you might want to wake him up and get him ready because he has places to be too 😉
{although it’s just imagery, content not suitable for those who are “uptight”}
A knock on the door
A look in his eye
A smile on my face
A touch on my neck
A chill on my skin
A kiss on his lips
A caress on his back
collision
breath
sound
exquisite
passion
pleasure
collapse
goodbyes
What is it about our nature that causes us to hold on to things long after they have outlived their usefulness? We become almost obsessed with keeping things around even when they are if no benefit. It’s almost as though we fear becoming “less” when we let go of things.
And you know I’m not making that up – I mean there are unscripted/”reality” shows all about our inability to simply clean up and get rid of things. And I am NOT making light of those who are truly incapacitated by separation, I’m talking about the rest of us.
We fill our closets with gadgets that don’t work, our garages with furniture that can’t be used, our minds with thoughts that don’t lift us higher and yes, with people who don’t push us forward. And most commonly with people/things that hold us back.
And the way that life happens it’s as if the more we attempt to be completely convicted by our decision to get rid of stuff/people they become like X-Men! And not just any of the X-Men, nooo, like Mystique – really one the baddest of them all! They take on a quality of superhuman proportion many times more determined to STAY than we are to LET GO.
Are we afraid of failure or loneliness? Do we think people will view us strangely if clean out our closets/FB lists/contact lists/minds? Are we afraid of finding out what we’re really made of?
Of course I don’t have the answer {because that’s not what I do here} but I do know that I have no more room for broken things.
Wrap me up in the softness of your spirit, the kindness of your soul;
Entangle me endlessly in the fibers of your very being.
Paint a picture that only I can see because you have created those colors for none but me.
Others will gaze upon it I am sure but for them it will be something altogether different.
From one sentence to the next, one chapter to another,
Your warmth knows no bounds, your coolness no limits
Wrap me up in the softness of your spirit, the kindness of your soul
Wrap me up forever in you.
Fin.
“Note to self {NTS}” I find that I use that notion a lot. Typically when I am drifting out of focus and making something about me that really isn’t.
For instance sitting in a meeting discussing {again} the logistics of some project or idea. The speaker may something about “thinking outside the box” – which as everybody knows is the universal trigger to mentally check out because you’ve been collectively getting out of this box for many months now. But I digress.
So that happens and I make a NTS about buying new shoe boxes. But the notes are rarely anything encouraging, inspiring or uplifting – just more crap to do.
So I was thinking why not a beautiful NTS {lord knows i might be waiting forever on somebody else to write it but i’ll save that lil bit for another time}. Anyway, what would I write to myself as a beautiful love letter, an inspired Note To Self?
Here goes:
Dear Tamika, your ability to allow people the space to be themselves truly astounds. You provide comfort simply by being present. Your thoughts make me wander and wonder. You make me want to take my time to get to know you better, stretching our moments into hours, our hours into days, our days into a lifetime.
xoxo
PS those candied pecans and red velvet cookies you make are everything! i would be ok getting fat with you
So that’s mine. What’s your inspired Note To Self?
The Fyne Prynt 