The Power

The power of a single word can amaze me at times.  Fiction, is fiction also known as made up, created, make believe, fairy tale, not real, it is not fact.

I clearly state that these rambles are fiction in my profile and yet you come try to decipher, to interpret a code.  A nonexistent code.  Have fun with that.

If I wanted to talk to someone I would call them.  If I have not called; why do people come to the conclusion;

1. She is depressed.
2. She can not talk to me at this time.
3. She is afraid to talk to me.
4. She is angry and once she gets over it she will call.
5. She likes me and is too shy to talk to me.
6. She does not know what she wants and that is why she will not talk to me.
7. She is messed up and that is why she will not talk to me.
8. She is too ill to talk to me.
9. She is waiting for the right moment to talk to me.
10. She will talk to me soon, I can feel it.

? Why do people come with excuses for me?

If I do not waste my time coming up with some and discussing it - why do you?

Lol - I am not trying to mean but when it comes down to it - if I wanted to talk to you I would.

Does not matter if I was depressed, scared, angry, ill, messed up, shy, the wrong moment, even if I did not know what I wanted; lol; I would talk to you if I wanted to.

I do not talk to you because I do not want too.  It is quite simple.  Do not over complicate, over think it, and speculate. Because I do not want to, life is simple, remember that.

Circles

Dear Moon,

Circles are going to get smaller.  Hard to believe, but it can be done.  It must be done.  It shall be done for that is how it is written.  I am tired of fighting what is written.  Am I the only one who does not have the book were the words are written?
Some of us do not need to hold the books in our hands to see the words that are written on the books that others hold. 

Just because we can see does not mean it is worth our time and energy.  Lol, sometimes we do not even care.

Is it really my choice? Is it always my choice? Do we really control as much as we think we do?  Do we control less or in reality do we actually control more than we think?

The smell of strawberries and jasmine have filled the air tonight.  The light breeze brought the combination like a friendly visit in the darkness of the night.  I have never been enticed by this fragrance before and I smile because I also know it is just for tonight and then for never more.

There is no one in this world which can understand what my heart and spirit are feeling tonight.  I giggle to myself because I say no one in this world, but I know in another world, yes.  They know, they feel, and understand what it is to be sitting here in this strawberry field with the fragrance of the strawberries dancing with the sweetness of jasmine, mixing together, in this field, where we all know nothing is real.

Just Getting Started

Things are just getting started, at least for me.  For others, well I do not know, lol.  It is not like I have a crystal ball, or do I? 

The need to write and express is within me. What is stronger is a need to be cautious.  My thoughts are not to be exploited by others to fill their pockets. 

I can see clearly now the rain is gone.... love that song.
What I did not want to see is clear. 

Was it a threat?  When I was told that the sales have to go on?  Why would a stranger say that to me?  It keeps echoing in my mind.  What is the meaning of or should I say the purpose of a statement like that? 

How does it pertain to me?  Why does it feel like a threat? Who said that to me?  But then again, here I am again surrounded by strawberries. 

The thing about strawberries is, you do not know if they are going to be sweet, sour, or bitter until you take the first bite.

Sitting For A Moment

Sitting here for a moment.  Listening to my favorite radio station.  My morning started a couple of hours ago.  It is a beautiful.  Will I be my brother's keeper? 

It is a question that is beginning to stir in my heart.  It is 7:38am my time and the morning light is shining and beaming a hello to the morning.  In the distance through the clouds I see the moon not wanting to let go of its hold of the night.

My heart smiles, my spirit gathers strength as my soul giggles in inner delight.  Here I am, even the light praying under the moon.