Ovation. Standing room only. Toes stretched to catch a better glimpse of a life I've lead and lead. Unique notes that float around us, dancing THEIR dance and no one else’s. Each note strives to caress and seduce the mind, the senses. Simply being who they are without alteration or altercation. Maturity lets them make their own sound without judgment or question. Can you carry a tune? Standing room only. Ovation.
I've always believed that our saving grace is etched into our souls at birth. We strive, lament and yearn to find the one who can see it, feel it and embrace it before it fades away and is lost with our last breath.
How long will our lives hold their deepest desires? Will they be forgotten with time? Will they consume us? How long do we wait to develop the courage to act? Not out of desperation but out of love. How long do we deny our drastic souls? How long do we clinch, wince and shudder knowing that every breath apart is breath wasted? How long…
Where do you hide when the moon cries and the sun fades today? Pushing into corners that have all been filed away. Where do you hide?
