Monthly Archives: January 2012

THE MASKS WE WEAR

We meet, we love. We wake up and put on our mask. Some masks never sleep. Some masks haunt your dreams. How can we truly love if we don’t truly know? Today I say, leave the mask at home. Be true to yourself because this is the true love. Lay it all on the table. No need to be scared, you are beautiful. If you find you are alone. If the eyes looking back at you are void of this honesty, walk away. You are more important. Good morning!

 

Photo by Kyle Sims

Holding Hands

Its the telling of how i knew you were wonderful before i ever knew you, and how when i met you i knew i would love you, and how when you said my name i knew i always loved you, and how after only one day i knew why.
Its the telling of how its more than a feeling, its the pillows and the turtles and the way you squint your eyes, when you smile, when you laugh, when your eating and drinking and riding your bike.
Its the piles of boxes, the books on your shelves. Its the photoes and records and the candles on you window seal.
Its really the telling of your words and their beauty and the way they make me want to sing, or your words and your beauty and the way you speak to me.
Its the telling of how i want to share with you the parts of my world, the stories untold and to be told. Stories of dancing with you under bridges and city streets, walks through cemetaries kicking up leaves with our feet, and you can hold my hand, i would like that.
Its the telling of time with you by my side and how you turned one week into a life meater to gage the rest by.
thank you the world over

Walt Whitman

“Wash the gum from our eyes and dress ourselves for the dazzle of the light… Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore, now i will you to be a bold swimmer, to jump off into the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, Shout! and laughingly dash with your hair>”