To the invisible friends.
Dear Journal,
The writing comes hard. And "Backspace" is getting hit a little too often. Have I forgotten what it's like to enjoy blogging? Has the glorious magic of pouring my quirks out onto the web page become distant and dry? Likely.
Life is a sort of strange place to be in. On one hand, it is very dull. On the other hand, it has it's sharp edges. Things prick and pin until you feel all pinched up and numb inside.
But laughter and light still take place in a glorious dance. Smiles and hugs and whispers that say "Stop worrying silly---it'll be alright. Trust me".
"Trust me."
Oooh. Harsh words. They seem so innocent and simple. Harmless and soft. Who could have foreseen the way that they would haunt you like a fading nightmare (you know, the ones that you wake up from, forgetting what happened in them but sill knowing that something bad had taken place).
Tread ever so carefully. Don't crack the eggshells that your toes are on. Keep a sharp eye and a listening ear. Tell yourself to shut up every once in a while, and then think before you speak.
So don't stop loving sunlight, moonlight, starlight, or the streetlight. Don't sit quietly when you can dance and sing. Smile because there is good to love and to fight for, and not because you're hiding something.
And trust in faith. Trust in hope. Be a big fan of both.
Faith, Hope, and Love,
(because they endure)
Kismint
From Where You Cometh
3 comments:
I get ya where that "words just aren't coming" thing. Sometimes it frustrates me how many drafts I have. Sometimes it grates on me that words don't flow from my mouth like honey.
Endurance....Seems like such a big word. Its such a big decision (even though it comes in baby size steps). But the decision to endure, to hang on through the rough wind storms that threaten to pull you apart, well its that decision that makes the difference of a life time. Sometimes it feels like thats not even what you're choosing, sometimes it feels like that small voice saying "I won't break because of this."
....And you won't break, Kismint. You'll be okay. You'll be okay, and I'll be okay.
*Whispers* ....But I am here. I am here for YOU.
I love this... exactly what I was thinking a few days ago. "Trust me." You never know how those two words are going to turn out to be. It's all a guessing game.
You made me want to dance, Peanut's style.
Ack, I've missed your posts! Your blog is one of the reasons I don't like going AWOL. You always inspire me and make me smile, or giggle, or think. You know, all those good things.
Life is confusing, and adults like to make it more confusing. I think it would be simpler if we all held on to a small bit of childhood when we got older. (I've held onto more then just a small bit...but you get the idea.)
Thank you for your comment, it was very encouraging.
And in reply to your other comment, oh yes, I did it to you. Pink. (Though it is more pink then even I can endure so it is likely to change very soon
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