It's not giving up. It's giving in.

Giving in to the universe, giving in to life, giving in to love.

Free and Fearless

I keep wishing for what I had with you. I don’t know if I'm just wishing for you. Or the elements of what I experienced when I was with you. If I come back to you, can we bring it all back? Or is it really gone? Better to let it be gone?
I loved you so much and I wasn’t afraid! I could tell you that I would die for you. I felt that you were all I needed and that your absence would kill me before hunger would. I was probably the most blindest being on earth when I was with you yet I felt I was seeing the meaning in life that everyone else was missing out on.
And now I am so lost without you. True, now that I'm on my own I have found parts of me that I lost when I was with you but there are parts about me that I miss so much, parts that left me when you left me. Parts of me that made me into the better person. Like I have chunks missing from my wholesomeness. It makes me ugly.
More so, every time you talk to me and try explaining how your feeling about this all. Your words hit me like never before. I pull apart the words and I see the way you string them together. I don’t even hear the sentences as a whole. But I hear every word singularly strung together and it all make sense. More than that they are beautiful. I’m lost in your ability to say them and give meaning to what is now and express the way it is for you. When did you start speaking this way? And that’s when I start to fall again. Could I ever meet anyone that will express themselves as freely and fearlessly as you do.
Free and fearless…that’s what you are. that’s all I ever wanted.
For someone to love me free and fearlessly.

Spider Silk

"Gossamer" known as spider silk. i like the way spider silk sounds.
I've always loved seeing massive spider webs on the high ways when traveling in the early hours of the morning. or in gardens when walking to work. i dont like being caught in them, and then flapping around as if possessed because no-one can see what the hell it is your throwing a body fit over. and even though im not much of a spider fan, i really am mesmerized by the beauty these guys create...

Lie Still..

I walked back in my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk. Thinking about if people were rain. I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

Dreaming of you...

"You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you. That's were I'll be waiting'

(Tinkerbell from Peter Pan)

She remained as she had always been, amused and curious, but strangely distant, as if her own life were a book she was reading, one she might put down at any moment in order to gaze out the window at the sky.

We're Back =)

Haven't touched or viewed this blog in a long time. The sisters have had a roller-coaster of a ride. Traveling, moving, connecting, but we're back and feeling like bounding into the weekend.
Enjoy yours, let it unfold...