Sweet wind adrenaline
I felt this war tugging inside of me. Like thge wind caught with tumbleweeds and dust. The sent messages of my mind tangled with the mass mess of ginger red strands. Oh how the tight breaths hold me.
I am slow to exhale. The tiny hopping stars glitter across the darkest midnight blue. I gaze to them and swallow down my hopes. Clearing the mind of all the hazardous memories, dreams I once held true.
I reach inside momentarily to draw myself away from this one blessed night. Taking away that sweet confusion and joy. A moment I stay with a smile.
Not so toxic when it is a memory. And a bit of intoxicating happiness finds a deep root within me. I assure you it is the beautiful adrenaline that comes with it. A pure display of kindness in the gift.
I daresay it means nothing to anyone but the reels inside my head. I can't think that anyone would perish over my memories much gain anything from me, save my smile.
So today as the wind whips at my face. Striking me with stray strands of hair, I find myself thanking just two people. That is all I will say.
The rolls of thunder inside my lungs with the bolts of lightning inside my spirit I am capable of finding the newest level of me. How else can I be but exuberant and loving? Why would I be anything less?
I gained freedom to the distant levels. That is grandness and kindness in the best ways.
So sure I seem ripe with my sarcasm or my joy but at least I know I am not backing down on what the road that is mine. The war of this journey I have inside of me.
Sure there is this long tangent of words I can say to any one person but it is easier to walk away. Many battles don't win the war. Not even brawn makes it happen. Now intelligence indeed.
Yet I dare not display any type of egotistical notion. Oh no. Yet I have my experiences and my life to show. So my journey down a worn path I am confident with Jehovah I will keep smiling, even with those memories poking up here and there.
For every once in a while a woman likes to be reminded that she was better at something than others. And the surprises that rocked the night.
Indeed it is a raging smile for me. No one else.
Or maybe someone one but who knows. I won't ask.
I am slow to exhale. The tiny hopping stars glitter across the darkest midnight blue. I gaze to them and swallow down my hopes. Clearing the mind of all the hazardous memories, dreams I once held true.
I reach inside momentarily to draw myself away from this one blessed night. Taking away that sweet confusion and joy. A moment I stay with a smile.
Not so toxic when it is a memory. And a bit of intoxicating happiness finds a deep root within me. I assure you it is the beautiful adrenaline that comes with it. A pure display of kindness in the gift.
I daresay it means nothing to anyone but the reels inside my head. I can't think that anyone would perish over my memories much gain anything from me, save my smile.
So today as the wind whips at my face. Striking me with stray strands of hair, I find myself thanking just two people. That is all I will say.
The rolls of thunder inside my lungs with the bolts of lightning inside my spirit I am capable of finding the newest level of me. How else can I be but exuberant and loving? Why would I be anything less?
I gained freedom to the distant levels. That is grandness and kindness in the best ways.
So sure I seem ripe with my sarcasm or my joy but at least I know I am not backing down on what the road that is mine. The war of this journey I have inside of me.
Sure there is this long tangent of words I can say to any one person but it is easier to walk away. Many battles don't win the war. Not even brawn makes it happen. Now intelligence indeed.
Yet I dare not display any type of egotistical notion. Oh no. Yet I have my experiences and my life to show. So my journey down a worn path I am confident with Jehovah I will keep smiling, even with those memories poking up here and there.
For every once in a while a woman likes to be reminded that she was better at something than others. And the surprises that rocked the night.
Indeed it is a raging smile for me. No one else.
Or maybe someone one but who knows. I won't ask.
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