Kiss me quick

There is a lush life hiding in this paper and in these words.
They are born, not out of nothingness, but out of wonder.
The kind of wonder that a 31-year-old was no believed in.
Yet wide eyes and a sonorous being
called up levels
of birds and flying machines–
Ladies with bobbed hair, martini glasses, and giant, expressive eyes.

Colors.
Each deeper than known for years,
each alive,
telling him that there are others like him, that he’s not alone.

Focus.
There it is.
It exists when something worthy of focus appears.
Just like that.
No working, no effort,
it just appears
when something of inspiration shows itself,
allows itself to be known.

Hello old friend.
There are so many places I’d like to show you.
We must forget what we’ve been taught
and remember instead what is true.
This world is a mess, my head is a mess.
And I am glad of it.

Tonight we’ll dream dreams and tomorrow we’ll live them.
Let us stroll through the night and all its shadows.
Get your hat, it might get cold.
These, these here are for you. Pick out whichever you’d like.

You are here again.
Every moment we shared is here.
I am here again.
Things are going to be okay after all
and this is the best possible decision I could have made.
For years I’ve known what the next day, week, month, year would hold.
Now, I don’t know what tomorrow’ll bring.
That’s wild.
And wonderful.
And a whole slew of other positive adjectives.
Everything is possible again.
A fresh start, but with wisdom by my side and fear far behind.

– December 15, 2013

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