Don't let go!

Suddenly, abruptly, without a seconds thought, she lifted her head from where it rested on the coffee table, lent forward and kissed him. It wasn’t a standard kiss, a small kiss, a passing kiss or a kiss meant to express mild affection or brief emotion, it was a kiss that literally stopped the seconds moving across the face of a clock. The rush of breath quickly faded to the moment and her lips, he tasted her lips, the same lips that he’d glanced at so many times. He’d always wondered how they’d taste, bitter sweet, tempting, or even cherry chap-stick but either way, he knew they’d be ever so soft.

Whispers, moments of exhaustive fleeting rapture, the emotion of loving someone in secret finally realised. He felt her move again across the surface of his mouth, expressing her desire as if he were the very mention of her thoughts, alive, real, that very present. She moved back, still with her hand holding the back of his neck, gently caressing his hair, looking straight into his eyes. The smiles appeared, the happy finality of expression realised, she glanced down, lowered her head slightly and looked back into his eyes, “I’ve been waiting a long time to do that!”

Without a reply, with barely a rational thought within his mind, with blood flowing through his body, he bridged the gap between them and locked his lips around hers again. Sure, of course, it went without the very words he could have mentioned, that he desired her, wanted her, appreciated her friendship but above all, he wanted her hand within his. Like a small flame, flickering, starving, begging to be fed, to be caressed with life, he could feel his emotions flare with such force that he was glad that there was a table between them.

For too long, for an age amongst men, he’d wanted to be with her, to hold her hand and to ask her to never let go. He’d been falling, he’d been failing, his resolve dripping away bit by bit yet ever wishing to flow over her like an ocean of moments. He wasn’t the kind of man to express such things, to endure his mind onto another’s soul, but it was within him, like that flame, burning. ‘A man should be a man,’ he’d say to himself ever so often, ‘but a man should also never pretend to ever be more than the emotion he wishes to share with another.’

His hand finally moved to the side of her face as his fingertips touched her soft warm skin. He moved away, moved his hand to hers and as the room filled with the very reason why they’d come to be, he held her hand and finally said what he should have said weeks before, “Don’t let go!” They both moved from the table and ran towards the exit. They knew that they might not make it, they knew that the chance of success would be slim but, like two hearts beating, the rhythm would drive them forward or they’d fail trying. 

Something New

The waves crash, they move with force, they explode across the shore, threatening, terrifying, majestic yet very, very, serene. I look down at the rocks surrounding the small pools of freshly formed sea water, searching, viewing, noticing the very life thrown from such amazing wonders of Mother Earth. I’m here, they’re there, you’re somewhere and of course, my mind, this very wondering and wandering mind is, as usual, up in the air. I place a knee onto the soft sand, between a few rocks and focus onto a small animal, struggling, threatened by the mere thought of being upside-down. With a small smile and the help of a gentle flip the creature runs free.

I sometimes struggle, I sometimes falter, I often realise and perhaps alter. I’m not perfect. The world, the wonders, the very air we breathe… now, above all, that’s special. I close my eyes, I pause, I inhale the fresh sea air and then, as my soft eyes open to envelope the forward view, I exhale with gentle force feeling the used energy escape my lungs. Energy, the very force of life and the building blocks of what we are. From the side the sun starts to rise with fluid motion. The warm glow grazes my face and I smile, not a big smile, but a knowing smile.

Today is a new day, today will be a bright day, today above all days, a days of many days, will be just what it is no matter what you, I, them, they or whom does what. I’m free, I’ve escaped, there are no shackles around my wrists and, most certainly, no method or rhyme to make this smile escape from my lips.  You see, I know, I realise something… . I’m no longer alone, I’m no longer a solitary motivation, I’m neither a momentary thought and neither even a second glance. I’m saved. I’m sanctioned. I’m whom I strived to be for those many, many years.

The waves crash, they move with force, they explode across the shore, soothing, pacifying, glorious yet very, very, masterful. I look down at the sunlit rocks surrounding the small pool of warming sea water, finding, seeing, realising the very life shown by Mother Earth. I’m here, they’re somewhere else, you’re here in my heart and you know, today… today is an amazing day as, from this morning I realised something… You’re in my life and that one simple little fact… Will make MY day that much better.

Thank you for being who you are

I care...

You hang your head, your eyelids flutter ever so slightly and then, you place your head into your hand. Distraught, let down, mistakenly oblivious to the situation, but, as always within a mind that simply cannot accept the truth, the realisation comes tumbling down like the thundering form of rain.  You look back into the sky that may offer ease but there’s none to be found as I try to remind you how soft I can be, how precious and how I should never be taken for granted.

You see, as always, I'm there for you, I'm around you to offer support and of course, to offer warmth whenever you feel the cold light of night erode your guile. I know that you're not perfect as I've had to live with your ways from the very start and that has not and never, ever, will change the way I feel for you. I would just wish that you would take better care of yourself, to guide your life into the light instead of the cold lies and twisted views that we sometimes bath ourselves. You hear me, I know that you do and even on many levels, agree.

You would think that after all this time supporting you, healing you, holding you, that you would offer a sparse realisation and gratitude but no, that is wrong, that would not be the way. I give freely; I give because it’s a selfless act, something that should afford no return, no praise and no recompense. No, never, hardly. At the end of the day, at the closing of sun, I'm there, trying to heal, to offer a safe way of life. Follow me, listen to me, breath me to the very core of your body…

I'm your heart and I beat for you every single day. I'm there for you when you’re down and although you break me, although you put me through so much pain, I will always care for you, always sacrifice for you and above all, always love you.

Heart

From the moment you were born and until the day you die, I will, I promise, I swear that I'll be there for you. You may not realise or truly understand the part I play in your life but nevertheless I'm there, secret, hiding in broad daylight, playing to a drum of each exhalation from your daily life. Sure, I'm not as appreciated as I should be, probably not even a passing thought escapes from your mind but I have a job to do and I’ll do what I can.

I was there as you grew from a small child into the person you are today, working away, battling to see you through both the good and the bad, the happy and obviously at times sad; I’m glad I do what I’ve been chosen to do. I’ve been there when you felt you had nowhere else to turn, those moments and seconds where I nearly stopped for you, nearly died, feeling the pain and agony of the tears that fell due to others mistakes.

I felt, I carried on and I gave you strength to once again renew yourself.

Although one day I may no longer be able to stay with you I will do so until that final moment where life fades, making way to the universe from which you arrived, back to the darkness where energy wishes to create again. I’m what you would call a near silent observer, the person in the background, the echo that makes itself known at times of great stress or even great silence.

I’m the fighter that never gives up and never will; I’m the great force that makes mountains move and rivers bend but above all, I’m with you, a part of you. Never forget that, never forget me. I may not be perfect and I make mistakes, really, I really do, but who cannot forgive the blind monk that seeks the fruit of others? They say a drum beats when you fall in love then whoever they are, whoever and wherever they may be, they are correct.

Remember your heart... remember it well.

I'll be there...

From the moment you were born and until the day you die, I will, I promise, I swear that I'll be there for you. You may not realise or truly understand the part I play in your life but nevertheless I'm there, secret, hiding in broad daylight, playing to a drum of each exhalation from your daily life. Sure, I'm not as appreciated as I should be, probably not even a passing thought escapes from your mind but I have a job to do and I’ll do what I can.

I’ve been there as you grew from a small child into the person you are today, working away, battling to see you through both the good and the bad, the happy and obviously at times sad and I’m glad I do what I’ve been chosen to do. I’ve been there when you felt you had nowhere else to turn, those moments and seconds where I nearly stopped for you, nearly died, feeling the pain and agony of the tears that fell due to others mistakes. I felt, I carried on; I gave you strength to once again renew yourself.

Although one day I may no longer be able to stay with you I will do so until that final moment where life fades, making way to the universe from which you arrived, back to the darkness where energy wishes to create again. I’m what you would call a near silent observer, the person in the background, the echo that makes itself known at times of great stress or even great silence.

I’m the fighter that never gives up and never will; I’m the great force that makes mountains move and rivers bend but above all, I’m with you, a part of you. Never forget that, never forget me. I may not be perfect and I make mistakes, really, I really do, but who cannot forgive the blind monk that seeks the fruit of others? They say a drum beats when you fall in love then whoever they are, whoever and wherever they may be, they are correct.

Remember your heart; remember it well.

Decisions

Every decision has consequences, revelations and resolutions; every choice can lead to disaster or recovery but don't worry as in the end, what will be... will be just that. Making stuff up: Auura: June 2011

I often hear people stating that "something was meant to be" and my reply is usually, "Well, yes, it was." We can believe that there are magical forces working behind the scenes and although I believe that there may or may not be (open mind) I prefer to pause and reflect, "What if we have total control of our own destiny... What if every single decision may mean the end of one's life while that same decision for someone else provides solitude from pain or even.. a way out."

Yeah, I know, what am I going on about?  I'm talking about destiny, that path that YOU make happen. Every decision can change that life of yours forever. Place your bets, throw the dice and prepare for the winning streak or utter failure; after all, life is a bet and as long as you know that it can go either way, you're no longer afraid to play.

Decisions: Make them count, make them wisely and make them as fun as possible :)
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