November

I day dream of nights when the wind blows ever so strong and the romance spins us to slow dance under the glistening of stars. I day dream of nights where I am safe in his arms that I can sleep forever knowing he will hold me tight until the end of time. I day dream of nights where the sweet whispers of his deepest desires, his heart filled hopes, will slip from the lush of his lips and I will embrace his truest secrets and let them sink into the depths of my soul where they will be safe forever. I day dream of the moment we first met and the look of wonder from his eyes when they met mine. I day dream of the way his handsome smile stopped my heart with happiness, and how he lit the dark of my world and I opened a new world in his mind. I day dream of him often, every day and every minute, when we are together and when we are apart, I day dream, always.

The Flow

The nights are finally becoming cold. I feel a sharpness in my chest when I inhale. I exhale the deepness that floats inside me these days. I look into the dark night and lose my thoughts of the chaos which clouds my mind. The season of fall has me falling into the memory of spring, hoping I bounce back to normal breath. I stop and look around, reminding myself that even the brisk of nights are the warmest. And even though the quiet of moments can be the loudest, we all drown sometimes in the madness. The great remedy is to stay afloat, regardless how challenging it is to stay steady. Life has a bizarre way of flowing you back to breath.

Rampart

October 26, 2015

10:27pm

The Nomadic Soul

There is something powerful in the act of movement, in the pace of endless travel. Alone I have gone into the desert, to a land foreign to my current mind set yet familiar in a past life. I go in  search of something greater, a feeling of something deeper than the average desire. I move, for travels sake. The wind chasing me, the sunrise following my steps and the stars gazing towards my being as I rest. They forget the power of something new, something true. The great madness is the calm in the chaos, the steady breath in the extremist, the fire in the lover.  For I feel alive only through passing. I know love only with those who feel similar as I do, about life. I am entwined soulfully with those who are organically crazy about life, as I am.

March 26, 2015

The Desert

The Boy in the Green Sweatshirt

He stood there alone, staring at the ocean and seemed to be ecstatic by the sound of waves. I walked along the coast, away from everyone I traveled with and noticed him, this one child and his curios demeanor, his stillness, his calm aura of depth. Also, away from those he traveled with, he too stood by himself, swimming in his thoughts. We walked close enough to notice each others presence but far enough to not seem to know each other. However, I remember how I felt when I stared into the endless horizon just as he did at that moment, at that age. As if wonders of the world filled his thoughts and the unsure meaning of the beauty surrounding him. As if he knew he was meant for something greater. I walked passed him while he watched his feet take steps off the dark bed rocks. He followed my lead yet at the pace of his own stride. I ran, to the edge of this natural bridge beside the Pacific sea and took in a breath of peace, my arms lifting beside me, I have again fallen in love with the simplicity of my own existence, right then and there. This time he watched, and I noticed his stare, full of wonder again and all I could do was smile with hopes that one day he finds someone who dreams as deeply as he does. One day he can stare into the endless horizon again and remember this moment. He smiled. And I, walked away.

Santa Cruz, California

January 2, 2015