take flight, my dear.

the morning begins its song
it breaks the loudness
of my own shouting thoughts
i've been restless for hours

days
awaiting the moment
the world distracts
when day begins
and my brain can finally
rest
as the lark sings
he contemplates flight
i envy the thought ability
to spread his wings and
fly

'earmuffs'

'hello darkness, my old friend
i've come to talk with you again
because a vision softly creeping
left its seeds while i was sleeping
and the vision that was planted
in my brain, still remains
within the sound of silence.'
simon and garfunkel

Handle with Care

A word about my past: I used to be so careful. Not speaking. Not sharing. Not bold. Such could not be attributed to my character at all. I handled every situation with care and consideration.

A reminder to myself: My personality has changed. Experience forced extroverted-ness. I respond quickly. Sometimes too quickly now. Some situations require much more care than I give them.

A warning for others: I am broken. Well, now repaired, but very easy to be found in a dysfunctional state again. So to others, I warn, please do indeed handle my love and your's with gentleness.

A way I have been carried: I have been picked up by the only one that could. He has handled me with the most care one could ever know. I don't deserve this, for I have bitten the hand that feeds far too often.


Given the expectation to describe myself and my life in three words, these are the ones I chose.