To age in memory…ugg~!
Age is not something that we hope for, it kind of creeps up on you. Memory of youth is what makes it depressing. I mean if you have your faculties you remember the days when you had no pain, no blemishes, or hair growing in places you don’t remember having hair…or the fact you have no hair where once there was…age is sooo much fun!
If you have kids they age and it reminds you of your own age. If you have pets, they get old and inevitably die, which definitely reminds you of your own age. I don’t remember waking up and being 41, to me i was 18 a week ago. I can only sigh and think that my experiences in life have made my age worth it, but to realize this i would have to walk in the past and remember I am not there anymore…omg i love my brain!
Pensive…
dreaming
sweetly,
calmly,
the wonders of you.
wanting,
touches,
glances,
moments far and few.
Where has the time gone…
Well it is 2010 and as I sit here pondering where 2009 went I have just realized that I turn 40 in a few months. I don’t feel 40…I still have vivid memories of ages long since gone and the thought of reaching this milestone is a bit odd.
Don’t get me wrong i am not upset or dreading it. i am more surprised by how quickly it has arrived. So much experienced in 40 short years and hopefully more to come.
Girl.
I know a girl,
Who throws her heart out to the world,
To spread the love she holds.
I know a lass,
Who’s as fragile as glass,
But still stands against the waves.
I know a soul,
Wiser than just old,
Who wants to give her song.
I know a woman,
Who planted flowers as she ran,
Across the fields of this land.
I know a girl,
Who when her smile curls,
Makes me smile with her too.
Today was the day I died…
Today was the day I died,
I watched as friends cried.
I felt the pain I made,
As my soul started to fade.
I drifted up into sky,
On pure white wings I fly.
Above the clouds I went,
Til my journey spent.
I saw those pearly gates,
I stood quietly to wait.
I saw old Peter come,
I heard the angels hum.
He opened his book and read,
“Who are you?” he said.
“I am Paul,” I replied.
He seemed to let out a sigh,
“You are not dead.”
And I awoke in my bed.
A dream of fancy flight,
Not true this very night.
I turned and fell from bed,
Took a nasty bump to the head…
Today was the day I died,
I watched as friends cried…
I think the image speaks well for itself.Sliver of Light.
Once upon a time,
In a world far away,
In a corner of that room,
In the quiet of the day.
There stood a boy alone,
Shielded from the sun,
Left without a touch,
A faded constellation.
The brightness of a child,
Lost in veiled ignorance,
A smile from one so dear,
Nothing more than a nuisance.
But if the door was opened,
To let some light in,
The boy could be much more,
Allowing what’s trapped within.
So let’s end this tale,
With some hope for all.
A dream of something started,
To slow mankind’s fall.
For all it takes is a sliver,
Of light to shine inside.
To show a boy the way,
Let light be his guide.
