May 2017
Enjoying as I always am, my solitude by the river. Trickling my fingers down a cold stream, a gentle gleam on its surface.
Enjoying as I always am, moments of quiet silence, disrupted by the sightings of the usual travelers.
Involved as they are in the clashing of paths, finding footing and stones to grasp, swearing or enduring, mocking or revering, all are alike.
A distant observer I am, watching the unraveling of time where victories are born, and failures pitifully scorned.
Vigorously, you came upon me with excitement in your eyes. You nestled beside me and pointed a finger at the scrabble in sight. ‘Not again’ I said to myself, with trepidation and anticipation just the same. ‘Go’ you said, ‘join the foray’.
You sang your promises so smart, and I unwittingly opened my heart. For I, can’t quench that hunger for more; for the endless possibilities and for that one bond.
And I knew, oh I knew I would tumble to my knees. Perhaps even get my heart diseased! For you are both my perpetual downfall and relief.
You, my intrepid Expectations.
Enjoying as I always am, moments of quiet silence, disrupted by the sightings of the usual travelers.
Involved as they are in the clashing of paths, finding footing and stones to grasp, swearing or enduring, mocking or revering, all are alike.
A distant observer I am, watching the unraveling of time where victories are born, and failures pitifully scorned.
Vigorously, you came upon me with excitement in your eyes. You nestled beside me and pointed a finger at the scrabble in sight. ‘Not again’ I said to myself, with trepidation and anticipation just the same. ‘Go’ you said, ‘join the foray’.
You sang your promises so smart, and I unwittingly opened my heart. For I, can’t quench that hunger for more; for the endless possibilities and for that one bond.
And I knew, oh I knew I would tumble to my knees. Perhaps even get my heart diseased! For you are both my perpetual downfall and relief.
You, my intrepid Expectations.
No matter how many times I remind myself not to expect anything from others, I unwittingly fall into the trap. It is not love and appreciation, gratitude and attention I'm looking for from others. I just want to know there is an innate goodness existing in a person. Needless to say, it's an unrealistic notion and more often than not it's met with disappointment. Yet, there is that part of me that can't resist, that can't stop hoping, to one day meet those individuals who are made of goodness!
So, I'm willing to hurt if it means joy at the end of the journey! And believe it or not, there is contentment to be found. I just need to brave the darkest depths of the search. :)
So, I'm willing to hurt if it means joy at the end of the journey! And believe it or not, there is contentment to be found. I just need to brave the darkest depths of the search. :)
