To hope, breathe, think, dream, love, or live is to hope, breathe, think, dream, love, or live with a risk. To say, from the deepest of all rational thought, that it is therefore absurd to risk such an act is in itself absurd. For to cease such actions brings about such risks as well. (To hold one’s breath means death; to cease to dream means the loss of future aspirations; to cease to love means the loss of such a great loyalty and depth of relationship). True, to hope could disappoint; to breathe or live could result in pain; to think could bring about such sad conclusions; to dream could mean a lack of fulfillment; and to love could mean a broken heart and lonely days, but to risk one’s ability to obtain such things seems the greatest of losses to me.

So I will hope, breathe, think, dream, love, and live even if all I seek after is in vain. For I have learned that no matter the risk – no matter the result – there is such a great beauty in the pursuit.

What can and cannot be

Today I thought I would
Write instead of think
Or think instead of write;
Hold onto my feelings for
A moment before the flight.
But here I am again
Lost inside my head
Lost inside my thoughts
Here once again.

The rain drips
On my dreams
To drench, the
whole way through,
As I sit inside
And always think
Of you.

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*Sometimes a poem can be a remedy. Though you don’t quite know even what you are saying, all you wish to say comes out, and there is your heart once again, hidden quietly beneath your words*

The Slumber

Black and darkening.
The night lumbers across
The hollow earth. All
Attentiveness is
Surrendered to the
Serenity of my
Grassy green covering.

To awake is to expose oneself.
To sleep is to bury oneself again.