I fell deep into my thoughts,
swirling and stumbling all over them.
They played such an uncanny rythm over
in my head–I couldn’t catch them.
As I swirled some more,
I looked up and noticed the dancing leaves
that could not be caught by the roaring winds.
There are no words to express my time spent in South Africa this past summer (2013). When I finally find enough time in between these law applications, I am sitting myself down and writing down everything I had done, seen and experienced during my visit. I am most definitely contemplating writing some sort of a book. It almost seems like it was a dream, a surreal, magical dream. I want to get it all down on paper before the memories leave me.
This photo was taken in Swasiland, in a small village orphanage [ages 4 - 8]. The children were so spectacular and full of life, no picture could ever do their spirits justice. I have promised myself, and them, that I will return in the [very] near future.
Clarity seeks optimism–when you find both, it is then that you find happiness.
The act of writing fuels an uncontrollable sense of empowerment within me–that by the stringing together of simplistic and complex words, I can evoke the emotions and rapid developing thoughts that live, and are buried inside of me. I write to relinquish the things in my life that I can nethier change nor control, and to leave behind those who I have picked up along the way. I write, and I write, and I write…and then, I take a step back, admiring in shock that such words poured from my heart, to my head, and into shades of black and white. I write to keep sane in a world that is hard to digest what is both wrong, and what is both right.
My joints jerk and twist
locking into the places where your
eyes graced me.
Like water, slick and flowing,
my blood and my existence change
and fill in the spaces that you have left
Like water, I stay swaying with the waves
you have created–
crashing over the things that you always seem to make.
In minutes, and in days
I felt myself building,
piece by piece,
to block out the sparks that I could feel
already, flying in
and onto me.
Electric and magnetic,
your smile entangled my mind, whilst
capturing my imagination
and the heart that I tried hard
But the walls that I had foreseen to
withhold the burning of your spark,
fell, fell quickly and hard,
at the sight of you.
And in minutes, and in days,
your smile wandered from my head to my
lingering for long moments after.
Unorganized thoughts drifted quaintly from
my tickled mouth to
Words laced with emotion
rushed in, and filled up the spaces,
where all of the walls
used to be.