For years I knew he was a point of weakness for me. I finally realized just that, he was only a single point.
Something about him was familiar. I knew we never met before but his presence felt extremely familiar. Those bright eyes pierced me with comfort. That smile overwhelmed me with a cozy feeling.
How could you feel so familiar when our paths had never crossed before?
I was in a new city, surrounded by strange people, and everyday you stood out. I would smile, I would say hello, but for a confident person, I couldn’t summon up the courage to approach you and start a conversation.
On our last night in that interesting city I decided it was now or never. We ended up speaking for hours, and I understood how my soul got attracted to you before I knew anything about you.
You have a vibe that I haven’t been introduced to before. A personality of gold, and the more I got to know you, the more my heart wanted to hold on.
My insides did not just do jumping jacks all night, they started a protest inside of me to not let you walk out of my life.
As the sun started to come up I realized this night, that felt like a chapter out of my favorite romance novel, was about to end. You would be getting on a flight back home in a few hours, and I would be getting on a flight back to my home later that day.
How can a conversation with a stranger change so much in you? A couple of hours with you changed my point of view on important aspects in my life. Days later and your voice filled with advice and knowledge rings in my head. You left a print on my soul, and I sit and wonder if I left a print on yours.
Things get worse,
Life gets harder,
People become rude,
Friends pick up and leave for good.
Siblings stop talking,
Money runs out,
Storms pick up and destroy everything in sight.
Hope gets lost,
Patience runs out,
Nothing remains but to tap out.
My hair is not always in place,
My nails are not always painted neatly.
My face is not always clear,
Makeup does not always cover my face.
My clothes are not always ironed right,
And the colors I wear don’t always match.
I don’t have a sweet laugh,
But rather an obnoxious one.
My teeth are not perfect,
And my smile is not always straight.
My voice is not always soft,
My words are not always graceful.
My eating can be messy,
And if the drink is good then there could be a slurp at the end.
I don’t always have good days,
I can be mean when I’m mad.
But even though,
My character is strong,
My soul is sensitive.
My hand is always held out to help,
My arms are always welcoming to new and old friends.
I can strike up a conversation with a total stranger,
I can strike up a conversation with an animal.
I am genuine,
I am straightforward,
I am honest,
I am caring.
And that, that is my beautiful.
I know he still loves me. I catch him staring at me when he thinks I’m not looking. I notice the way he acts differently when I’m around. If he didn’t still love me, he would treat me just like any other person, but he doesn’t. I hear the hesitation in his voice before he says my name. I see the curiosity in his eyes when I talk about something and he wants to know more but he doesn’t want to be the one that asks. I know he still loves me. I know he still cares. But he’ll never admit it to me. He’ll never admit it to himself.
What is home to you?
Is home where you grew up?
Is home where you originated from?
Is home in between the four walls you call your comfort zone?
Is home where your mother lays her head at night?
Is home where you have the back alleys all memorized?
Is home where you got your education and threw your cap?
Is home where you met your significant other? or where you started a family?
Is home where you scrapped your knees and counted the trees you passed?
Is home under the roof you built? the stones you put together?
Is home where you find he comfort of your friends?
What is home to you?
I woke up to the sound of rain hitting my bedroom window this morning, and it put the biggest smile on my face.
For the first time in a long time I actually woke up happy. Yes, from something as simple as rain!
Many people find winter and rain depressing or gloomy were as I find it beautiful and calming. I love the sound of rain on windows and pavements. I love the feeling of raindrops on my clothes, face and hair.
Something about rain always gives me hope for a better day. Rain just makes me think of freedom.
I always have to be outdoors when it rains. Either sitting on the front porch or literally standing under the rain.
I feel refreashed, cleansed, when I’m getting soaked by the rain drops. I feel at peace with myself.
The feeling after the rain has stopped is also so beautiful to me. There’s a cold breeze and I dry myself up, and wrap myself with something warm.
I enjoy taking a drive and just looking at the wet streets. The smell of the plants after they have been soaked is refreshing, and everything just looks clean.