Author: mcg

Passing Through

Bless us, pity us; even the kindest were destined to fall. The waiting game is enough; it had to be enough. I’m just passing through, and so are you. Moments happen and in a blink of an eye, they are gone. In between, there are beautiful tiny miracles that make us feel infinite; until our very last breath. How can anyone sip their morning coffee thinking today is anything short of extraordinary? 

Living Lovely

The past slips away like old shoes. I am living lovely. A joyful and grateful smile wraps around my heart; much like your fingers fully wrapped in my blonde tresses. I swim in boundless freedom and my world ignites with passion. It shifts from strokes of a paintbrush, to helping hands to curious computer keys. A grateful heart lives in a warm universe; one I created for myself. Life is beautiful and the sun won’t let me forget.

 I have never felt so alive.

 

A Truthful April

I don’t know how I got here, really. All was quiet, dark and uncomfortable. The silence filled my lungs and the scent of crushed raindrops carried underneath my rubber soles for hours. It’s 2am. I am standing under rainy black skies in an empty parking lot. Where was I, really? I only had space and time to describe it. There was so much more that I couldn’t say. Was I honest? Was I scared? Something inside me had changed.

I never saw it coming. I grew into a woman who didn’t look twice or back; a woman that ran after her dreams instead of wasting time on temporary distractions. I stopped laughing, I stopped crying and sadly, I stopped dreaming. All the things that made me feel alive were thrown into a black box and I lived outside of it. It was easier that way. I kept working and I became my work. Some people called it passion, but maybe it was madness. I was a restless and tired soul. I wished I didn’t know the things I knew. I mostly wished it didn’t hurt but I’d rather feel anything than nothing at all. I left everything I had taken a decade to build. It had been time to rebuild from nothing; only to build something real and true to my heart.

Unusual thoughts flooded my mind instantly. When was the last time I rubbed my bare fingers against the bark of a tree? I mirrored its ruggedness and strength through the roughest seasons. When was the last time I felt electricity from the roaring thunder and woke up to the crack of a lightning strike? The world had a way to pull me in and spit me out. Time also had a way to flash before my eyes. Nothing was forever and I was never one to embrace change with ease.

Where was I, now? I was standing on a sandy shoreline with a quiet confidence. It was not the soft sand that rests beneath a towel in Santa Monica. It was the grainy and cold dirt that left an uncomfortable feeling under your feet and urged you to keep walking. I didn’t see you coming, much like these crashing waves. You’re the train that crashed my heart. I could feel so much life dance in your eyes and your passions resurfaced my own. I couldn’t even wipe away that damned perfect smile off my face. I’m so scared how comfortable it felt; the way your touch lingered on my arm, I got a taste how all the pretty girls could like you. But could they ever really love, you?

A beautiful person hides behind all of the smoke and the mirrors of a man you created for yourself. It’s too easy to get bored easily and jumping ship to ship gets old. Real happiness is a ship you build for yourself; with the right people with good intentions. We’re all insecure, we’re all hopeful and we’re all revealed to the right people. We all matter to someone and we are all discovered by what we want.

Moonlight Memories

The waves of an intriguing mirror danced in a soft waltz under the moonlight. I looked at the beautiful bright pearl hanging over a sailboat. I pictured us, walking by the boardwalk and I sank into our summer conversations. All of those shared laughs always brought a shy smile to my face and I could see yours linger under the stars. Didn’t you know? You saved me, and I saved you. Tonight, the bright moon brings me back to precious memories of us. I wish, more than anything, that we could have gone for one more walk.

Cerulean Skies

She set him free and she cried. After that day, something inside him had changed. The ticking clock had a way to bend his ideas which eventually broke him and his big inconsolable heart. Time grew further between them and they wouldn’t even recognize each other now if they tried. They were better off living in separate universes for now.  Love was hung up like a winter coat, and held off until the time felt right again. He breathed deeply to feel her soul through the thin and empty air. Sometimes, it’s just not the right time, it doesn’t mean goodbye, it means i’ll see you later, when the time is right.