Sunday, October 28, 2012

Red Line

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“An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break.” - Chinese Proverb

What if a thin line of red has tied to the edge of my fate?

What if the other end is tied to your's?

The line might be thin but it will not break.  

Although tangled, it will not tatter.

We will meet...

have met.

It is fated so.

Fate knows no clock. 

Fate stalks, waiting for that perfect time and place.

When she is ready, we will too.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Speeding to the top

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I'm coming up.  

It is lighter up there. 

Let go of the anchors.

The chains got tangled in my hair. 

The weight of rusted steal was dragging at my toes.  

I heard them snap and pop from the pressure.  

They wiggle with the freedom of letting go.

My ears are crackling and want to burst.

Your whispers fill them. 

My heart flutters.

I speed to the top.

Powered by butterfly armies are battling in my belly.

They negotiate peace the closer we become

The whirl of water passes my ears.

I explode from the wet. 

Looking for you.  

You are gone.