Eyes in the pink marking the end of a long day. Toes between little sand grains and cracked shells. The ocean is vast, and the horizon seems light years away.
Hand grasping the side of the rocking motorboat, a fishing rod held to the left. The wake dribbles to shore, and make a home on the sliver of tan that is the beach.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
How Would It Change Your Life?
Imagine you could forget and just let go of rage and regret.
Imagine you could defeat stress and overwhelming abrasion.
Have you ever dreamed up masterpieces?
Have you ever wanted music and time to collide?
Imagine you found the meaning of fear or freed the heartbreak deep inside you.
Imagine you could live in the moment and taste and digest every minute of life.
Be the first impression.
Speak in flying colors.
Be someone’s visible dream.
Imagine you could defeat stress and overwhelming abrasion.
Have you ever dreamed up masterpieces?
Have you ever wanted music and time to collide?
Imagine you found the meaning of fear or freed the heartbreak deep inside you.
Imagine you could live in the moment and taste and digest every minute of life.
Be the first impression.
Speak in flying colors.
Be someone’s visible dream.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Alone Again
In those two year old eyes there was nothing but innocence that gleamed through the cruel world.
The light in them reflected off everyone else’s like hallway nightlights on a wooden floor.
She used those lights to find her way to her mommy’s room.
She was scared. The night had woken her with big feet that stomped her good dreams out.
There was a long trek from her bed over misplaced yo-yos and feet pajamas.
There was the doorknob. Her delicate fingers reached for it with determined confidence.
Past her door, the cold air would wash over her like a lazy Arctic ocean tide.
There was the uncertainty of the stairs and the risk of falling, but she was insistent on her journey.
Her mommy’s room was coming closer. It got bigger in her pupils the more steps she took.
Too bad mommy wasn’t there.
The sheets were a stark white, and she fought back tears with a vengeance.
That innocence was becoming endangered and consumed by the thoughts that terrified her.
The mattress didn’t seem as soft when she was alone.
There were no comforting whispers that used to assure the girl that everything was alright.
She would be alone again tonight.
The light in them reflected off everyone else’s like hallway nightlights on a wooden floor.
She used those lights to find her way to her mommy’s room.
She was scared. The night had woken her with big feet that stomped her good dreams out.
There was a long trek from her bed over misplaced yo-yos and feet pajamas.
There was the doorknob. Her delicate fingers reached for it with determined confidence.
Past her door, the cold air would wash over her like a lazy Arctic ocean tide.
There was the uncertainty of the stairs and the risk of falling, but she was insistent on her journey.
Her mommy’s room was coming closer. It got bigger in her pupils the more steps she took.
Too bad mommy wasn’t there.
The sheets were a stark white, and she fought back tears with a vengeance.
That innocence was becoming endangered and consumed by the thoughts that terrified her.
The mattress didn’t seem as soft when she was alone.
There were no comforting whispers that used to assure the girl that everything was alright.
She would be alone again tonight.
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