My Soul Speaks
When I look around at all we’ve lost and gained and all the moments in between. I am struck with the awe only so inspired by that which can induce. A fleeting feeling. A nuisance I’d forever chase. A gleaming shimmer of what would be if a road split in two. Split like the facets of my mind and the passion of my heart. One valve at a time, one story here or there. I never knew the meaning of the future. I never knew what my hands were reaching towards and my smile shifts ever more. Shifting and sulking and raising to heights unknown. Is it love or loss or do they only coexist. I wish to be there. In that moment that I stretch to eternity. Tears feel anguished disguised as hope, a lie. Hope is alive and ready to be caught.
