Moments down to

As much of me that runs low also screams loud. Yet no sound is projected but a tiny smirk.  The waves of the mind is truly another distinct matter altogether.

As weird and wired as life gets I always find myself coming back to a view that allows tickling giggles within my soul and deep into my spirit.

Those moments are with you.

And as much as I draw myself further and further away I will always have my memories. Sweet and bitter intertwining.  Which gives me the best part of an experience.

Such a wildness that I'd hope, one day, to find it again.  Even if it is just a memory written down in stanzas. That is the gritty parts of life that make everything else seem miniscule. 

In truth I would go through all of it again but try a few things different. Yet now all I can do is replay it in my mind. A movie reel in black and white colored with pigments of boldness. 

Ah and still the smile tickles the corners and the cheekbones sharpen. Spreading this glow of joy throughout my soul. Indeed a fine way to live wild within my spirit.

And that is where the voice goes. Hopes for a moment of your time, somewhere.

Though not here. Time. A hello. A wave. A hug. Yet that is all a memory now.

Yes the thoughts trickle down to you. No matter what all good. Indeed the best parts of it all. With even the rough times and the pain still I smile. Still I do it all over again.

And that is how it goes.