Shorts

With all your smiles, your light, your good little heart, how can you do wrong? How can anything go wrong? How can you end up in a bad place? That's not what you create. With the words and colors of your mind, your sheer imagination, and your eye to see the most curious and, therefore, beautiful things in seemingly unimaginable spaces, how can it go wrong? This hope you have is not for nothing. You just can't see it right now in this mist, under this storm cloud that's covering the whole of you. Losing hope is the easy thing to do. Holding on to it is the true test.  You are a dreamer. So, fuck it, fine. Dream. If that's what you can do best now, then do it to your best. Give it all you got and Dream. Feel that dream because Dreams are possibilities. Nothing stops here. Time and tide, they keep moving on and on and on. You can't stop walking this journey you've started, not right now, not when you know there are many cabinets of curiosities waiting just for you ...

What is it that captures the eye, the mind, the heart, and the soul of us when we are in a candle-lit room? Maybe the very invention of the light bulb robbed us of subtle, mundane moments of seeing the depths and shapes of people and things around us.  Our eyes have gotten so used to well-lit rooms we've started to look at souls in full light, where everything is so flatly, factly presented. All ebbs and flows flattened to mere profiles with no texture. So, let me see you in candlelight, to see you whole in your true depth and shadow.

 It's been fun, being that girl. She was the way she was because she was ready to do anything for love. That's what got her out of bed and got her out of her very cozy comfort zone. She was brought up in that comfort zone, but love made her rebellious. Love made her curious, thirsty. Love made her a reader, a traveler. She dropped me off here and got off the driver's seat, tired, absolutely exhausted. She wants to take a good long rest, she says, to go back to the realm of dreaming and re-constructing, to nourish that part of her.  It is my time to drive, and I have no other options left. So, what's my motivation now? Why am I doing all this for? What gets me out of bed now?  Whatever it is, I have to take to the road while love sleeps in my back seat, making her way to the world of dreaming.  Sweet Dreams, my love.