An idea on how you could
I don’t know if it was a single act or decision
The day I fell in love with you
was the day I knew, I would no longer
need to walk this earth alone
Wondering and searching for a love
so elusive, I had begun to wonder
if real love was a myth or fantasy
The type of myth I had read in every book I picked up
The type of fantasy I had openly dreamt about
Boy meets girl, girl meets boy
Same-sex couples all finding their pure love
How, because they all believed they were worthy
And maybe when I think about it, that is just it
Each couple, each…
Perhaps it is time for you to know
Here is a little something we can do each day
In this morning, thinking about pockets of happiness, enamorous thoughts gratefully tumbled into my head. Showering me with memories of the sunrises I have seen and the excitement of the ones that lay ahead.
I could not help but wonder about the multitude of daybreaks I have seen, each with their own legitimate theatre, developing the glory and stories of the continents and countries I have been.
A sunrise is a sunrise always with the same delightful theme. As long as we live, we are gifted the opportunity to shape, mould and hold whatever we dream. …
Why we say this in the morning
For the times when we forget
A reconciliation of truths
Love if I may be so brazen, below are notes I have taken so far.
#1
Love you can hurt sometimes
not just because of your absence
or because of your type.
But because you are soaked in our bodies
and in our knowing that is how we heal and grow.
#2
For some of us, we are fortunate; you arrive easy.
Gifted as a daily correspondence, in bold letters on a page.
You are the reason our hearts beat out of our chest,
and our breaths are stolen in wonderment.
#3
But then, for some of us,
you serve a…
This little thing called…
What’s on our mind can become clear
On my own,
In my mind, I tried to balance an equation on suffering.
In a moment of clarity, I understood.
Torment =
Unresolved pain that exists behind the conversations we never have.
For example,
earthly conversations stretch but fall short because they are too soon for our truth.
Or maybe because we can’t speak out loud.
Conversations split, crackle like white noise, dampening our voices in the background.
Or perhaps we have the worst type of communication.
Where we pour our throats into a vacuum, knowingly watching the sound cease to vibrate. …
Jesse Wilson
Thinker doing what I love best. Writing stories, sharing knowledge, wisdom, happiness, and doing my bit to rebalance equality scales.
