The beauty
of snow
lies in
its silence
as though
the city
has itself
drawn one
deep breath
and held
it pausing
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
WhatIfLove
What if
love wasn’t
a feeling
but rather
an action
what would
love look
like outside
a smile
a nod
an embrace
what if
rather than
feel silently
we expressed
ourselves openly
what if
love wasn’t
the secret
we keep
from others
Present
Imagine being
just being
the discipline
of present
discarding thoughts
that merge
like cars
on roadways
when you’re
with another
just being
there peaceful
with nowhere
to go
and nothing
to do
but here
right now
with you
NeverBeen
It’s never
ever really
been about
where I’ve
been for
I am
not a
fish or
a bird
but where
I’m going
for I
am an
explorer and
a dreamer
Him
I miss him
the him him
not the he
or the his
but the him
not the he
who he was
or the his
that he had
but the him
the him him
that one him
that will forever
be with me
