Be curious

I quit you.
Letters you inspired.
Persuade me.
Your silhouette.
The crashing of the waves takes me to my own Narnia.
1 a.m. I wonder who you think of until I'm wide awake.
Mystery is something I have yet to grasp or its just not in my character.
Loneliness- my enemy.
Perspective isn't everything.
I must have been a swell in the ocean... she's like a pulse beating in my veins. I can't get enough of her!
Writing sorts out my inner turmoils, gives hope to my dreams and revives every spark of passion that was squeezed out during the day.

Fishing

"Guys go fishing to catch fish," you said, " Not to have a fish jump in your boat. It takes away from the fun of fishing."

I was that fish, the one that was soaring through the air with ease, when you drove your boat into my path. BAM. I wiped out and while the other fishermen were jealous of the amazing fish that landed in your boat, you were deploring. Telling it to mosey along, you had a more desirable fish to capture. I was stuck though, flailing about, slowly using up all of the water to stay alive. Every now and then when nothing better was biting at your line you'd come over with a bucket filled with just enough water to keep me holding on. At times you would try to throw me back out to sea, solely out of clemency, but a gust of wind (or maybe hope) would blow me right back in. Eventually you grew used to my presence, even while other fish were biting. I was always there for you to fall back on just incase things didn't go your way and you ended up empty handed.
Months have gone by and your words and actions still do not always match up. Once in a while you pick up and dangle me over the water only to bring me back on board and put me in a cooler full of water. Never knowing exactly what you want to do with your unexpected good luck. Mean while, the other fishermen have been anticipating and lingering for a chance to catch the magnificent beauty that you didn't have to work for. Hoping you will toss her back for good.
What no one expects though, is that she musters up the strength to toss herself back into the sea. To get what she really needs, the place where she doesn't have to struggle wondering if something else will bite that you will want to keep. Maybe she'll realize she isn't meant to be a trophy, mounted in some house for people to envy, but to live and thrive off of the freedom the water gives her.

Inspire me

"You must do the thing you think you cannot do." Eleanor R.

"You are free to choose but you are not free from the consequence of your choice." Universal Paradox.

Don't. Don't talk to me in your unintentionally, honest to the point of cruelty, drunken state. So kind and loving. I lose sight of who you are when you are sober.

Being left wanting more is, often more than not, better than getting everything all at once.

Prompts

I was... lying. There. Hopelessly in love with you.
I am... breathing in deep, taking it all in while I can knowing that time is my nemesis.
I wonder... why you allow yourself to be scared of the unknown and what would make it worth it to you for that to change?
I wish... that these hands had the power to heal, that this mind could persuade the tongue to say with the perfect words what's on it and that there would be no lack of orange Creamsicle pops.
I savor...every moment of my great adventure, from the acai bowl to the discovery of a beach I had sought on my own with no luck!
I always... will feel that I will never be able to communicate so accurately exactly what is on my heart/mind in one easy sentence.
I believe.... that my gypsy spirit gets me in to trouble but that eventually I will make something big for my self because of it.

Composing

"What is simple by moonlight in the morning never is ~unknown. I think I could fall in love with whoever thought of that.

Fate is tricky. I wonder why things happen now when one isn't expecting them. It makes planning that much harder and perhaps ruins something in the long run.

He asked me if the songs I sing have anything to do with what's going on inside of me. I lied and told him no, it's just the beat or the rhythm. In reality it's the words aligning with exactly what my heart is throwing out. Is it possible to say that music is a kindred spirit...or maybe just the artist who sings the choice song.

My nights have been longer then normal. Sleep resists me like a wounded lover. I would have put "eludes" but that is more like an over confident lover.  I of course turn to the Ocean. There is something so comforting about sitting with my arms wrapped around my knees while my feet play recklessly in the sand. I let the waves lick at them until they're almost immaculate only to submerge them back under the grains of broken shells and glass that the water has made smooth.

Bravery. Something I need. What would I do if I had a whole day where I lived without fear? What would I say, would I make it my intention to go see certain people and do certain things? I would trust myself for once.

What is it about holding back? How is that attractive? I want to move forward but if I can't get this off my chest that will never happen.

I don't know what I want. Is it the challenge? Or is it because I wouldn't like not having it? Why do I even care to the extent that I'm asking that question?

Put your ear next to your soul and listen hard.

Something that inspires you is always worth some thing, right?*********

I keep justifying you.... why? *****

Nostalgia keeps bringing you back to me. From the first few laughs to the numbness that replaced them.***

   I wonder how many people do this...just write whatever comes to mind without editing. Takes some guts. Hell I can't even put every thought down...too intimate...detailed and my secrets would be dripping from the tongue of everyone able to speak. Ugh human nature can be odious. 

Lost in translation

I find that I hesitate to throw words out... maybe because there are those who will look only through the eyes of a critic or maybe because being vulnerable is not something that is apart of my nature. Ambiguity. Confidence. Uncertainty. Deprecation. Fury. An ache in my soul. Experiences. Liars. Loves empty hope. Words that are nothing more then words because who ever spoke them left out all emotion, left out all the ties to their heart. The world has a way of bringing things together and we have a way of tearing them apart. I swear I'm more optimistic then this. Human kind seeks out emotions that they are ignorant of. Selfishly curious but never intentional, sarcastic? Never.Thin and crisp...white...letters ceased to fall awhile ago. The pen was set aside until the heart could recover. Maybe that's why people don't write. They don't want to see where there thoughts lead them. What's really weighing them down or passionately sweeping them forward. They would rather walk around numb, pretending pieces of their pasts never existed... speculating that it's better to live like that. Instead of embracing and moving on. Even better are those that pretend that they did let it go, and of course they did...or do every time that bottle of Jack hits their lips. For the passionate...fear caresses them. Insisting a good thing is never what it seems.


"Sometimes there is no next time, no time outs, no second chances, sometimes its NOW or NEVER." ~unknown.