A Critique of a Heart

Continued
Silence
a dream is a
dream you can’t count
on.
Thoughts cycle
violently tossed.
Swift counterparts
continually stalk
the ever-changing
time.
Wishing for a
love
as deep as
the sea.
I’ve found a
rhythm.
A beat to
sync a
single kiss to.
Sing a simplicity
as great as
history’s path.
You critique my
ambiguity.
You laugh at my
heart.
Take a deep
breathe and begin
again.
I dare you.

Oi Vey

I miss you.

Everything has been so consequential. Life has been a tumbleweed midst traffic. It has been a hectic continuum that never seems to end.

You know what the best part of it is, though? I love it. Every. Single. Minute.

The holidays are coming. I’m finding myself enjoying it, though. I haven’t begun to dread it. Not a single ounce of stress has touched that feeling that only comes with this time of year.

If you noticed, I’ve decided to stop putting post numbers. It was stressing me out and cramping my blogging time because I’ve been scheduling the one word a day posts.

I feel so much freer without it.

What inspires you?

 

Au revoir,

Gigi