Everyone's life is made up of pieces, like a puzzle. The only person who can finish the puzzle, and knows the full picture, is ourselves. Each time you tell a story pertaining to your life, someone receives a new puzzle piece and the more they get to know you, the clearer the picture. Often times, the puzzle is abandoned before it is ever finished and that means they will never deserve to know our ending. And sometimes they receive pieces too late, and they will never know what they missed.
There was a time in my life when everything lined up perfectly. I was on top of the world. I thought, "Life is easy!" Then came the time when no matter what I did, I couldn't seem to get it right. I thought to myself "Life is so hard!" After all that, I just wanted to sleep. "Wake me up when this is all over.." I would say. That's when everything changed and my life was simply unrecognizable. So I learned to ride the waves, appreciate the blessings, and see life for what it really was. -- An Adventure
We have this quiet friendship going and it's an odd comfort. I didn't wait up next to you because I didn't want to seem overbearing. I took the long way round and when you crossed over first, I saw that smug smile, but you weren't happy. I wasn't trying to avoid you. I'm trying to stay on your good side but when I do that, I always put more distance between us. I think I left a good first impression, but now you're disappointed. I'm sorry. Let's go back to being strangers for a while. I know I give off a cold atmosphere, but I'll warm up to you with time.
Quit using all those big words, it's just you and I. Are you mad or angry? I'm sick of the long decorated sentences. Who are you trying to impress? Answer me with three syllables or less. Let's get to the point, I'm done with all these detours. Is it done, are we dusted? I need to know plain and simply. I think I've heard that word before, but I can count the times on one finger. I shouldn't be trying to recall what it means, stop putting up another boundary. My words have a rigid flow, I don't know where this is going. Let's use basic words that an eight year old would understand. "Do you still like-like me?" or should we just bury it in the sand. Okay, this isn't going anywhere, I forgot that I fell for a thesaurus. We're not lost in translation, we speak the same language. You are obviously a class way too high for a peasant like me. So okay, I'm done. I'll be the first one to leave.
*Freedom* posted a quote
April 23, 2017 12:34pm EDT
"lets be realistic," he said with a scoff.I was being realistic. Yes, my reality was to spend the rest of my life with you.Yes, my reality was to grasp your face and connect our lips in a white dress.Yes, my reality was to hold your hand as my fingers dug within your flesh as the doctors yelled for me to push.Yes, my reality was to help you wash your gray short hair and tease each other about our wrinkles.Yes, my reality was to stare at grandchildren as we reminisced about our lives.You were my reality, and I was being realistic."you're right," I mumbled in agreement, "i need to be realistic."I was being realistic.
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