Reflections linger at my fingertips
Between sighs, just enough time to inhale
Seen through my eyes looking back at me
In front of me and the back of my mind begin to blur
Then and now overlap in real time
Clouding my next few seconds, in a haze
I wait at the crossroads of nostalgia and my next breath
Not knowing which will linger longer
A flock of birds take flight
Their wings exhale a warm breath
Blowing a fleeting dandelion mist
I reach out and catch a sigh in my hand
And hold it for tomorrow’s tomorrows
Waiting for the right moment to set it free
Originally posted September 22, 2015
Running across bridges at dawn
Counting Mississippis holding my breath
Five days left, but who is really counting
Eventually everybody’s debts must be paid – one way or another
Rainbow reflections bouncing off glass signs
Fenced off vacant lots too high to scale
Soulful music suddenly plays from out of nowhere
As if my screenplay of life really needed it’s own soundtrack in the background
But I stop running for a moment, just to listen
To find myself alone in the middle of nowhere
The sun rises and peers through the downtown skyline
And I am able to find a smile on my face
And I keep running
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Originally posted September 15, 2015
Single red thread
A flickering orange flame fluttering at the sound of your breath
I hold mine in, not wanting to make it dance any further, it’s already too close
Any moment now, the two will unite
And burn the only thing holding us together
And the connection will be lost forever
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Originally posted October 13, 2015
I can breathe
But I can’t catch my breath
I run after it in silence, a chase
Silence’s heartbeat begins to pulse
It grows louder the faster I run
I realize running won’t help me, I stop
I huddle underneath imagined tables that no one can see but me, hiding
On the ground, legs pulled up against my chest, head buried in my knees, eyes closed
And I wait
Wait for the noise to subside
It takes time, but it does
Silence doesn’t hurt anymore, for now
I can hear air in my lungs, I breathe
I exhale plumes of fear and hesitation
And I realize
I still can’t catch my breath
Originally posted September 5, 2015
From time to time I count
And discover the days ahead catching the days behind
One day these counts will change places
The days will begin to slide faster by
How many rain drops per second?
Counting breaths per moment in time
Clocking the speed at which the breeze flows
Slowing down moments, enjoying every small drip of life
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Originally posted August 17, 2015
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