In here, blanketed with clothes enwrapped in human skin This is life borrowed time temporary time what would this be without time and space? we would just exist; no bodies just energy forces; impermeable unstoppable; everlasting energies ethereal beings; time and space gives us bodies, matter, dates, deadlines, stories. all we have are stories what happens when we forget our stories we create new ones fact or fiction no one knows thanks time and space changes.

Clarity

Clarity comes in the form of tears, a blanket statement,
A need to talk.
The dust settles and the mind clears after the rain storm
A rainbow shines brightly overhead for a moment, and breaks off for the sun has risen

Memories of the snowfall are nothing but a distant ringing bell amongst the chirping of the birds
Time can bring the most glory to those who wait
Time can bring clarity for those who are present
Where you go is as unpredictable as a handful of sand falling back into its same formation before it arrived in your hand

There is nothing but clarity in the darkness and depths of moments spent in vulnerability
Aim to move towards the fear of the unknown to really find yourself in the mirror of your mind
This is the dressing room of life
You are what you wear
From your clothes to your hair, your life is right there

Here, wolfie wolfie

Here I am, here I sit and breathe
I can feel the lights on my skin, the pant leg around my ankles
I can taste the tea that lingers on my tongue like the memory of our last kiss
Here I am, in the basement of an old 1950's home
Without you
Here I am, as I live and breathe
I remind myself that life is a gift
"I am happiness, I am happiness"
I repeat, I go through the process of
refocusing, redirecting myself
Here I am, as I lay with my back against two random couch pillows
on a couch that doesn't belong to me
I can feel the warmth of the computer, atop my lap, atop the cover atop my legs
Any warmth, is comforting

Here I am, without you near me
You are always on my mind, in my heart and in my thoughts
We've been gifted each other, we have
This gift however, like a marionette,
comes with strings attached

Here we are, I am here and you are there
We must be our own wolfpack
A wolf pack of one, that hunts and preys and learns
to protect itself in the manner and veracity of an entire pack
not only in the dark, but everyday
Without the added comfort and security from having fellow wolves, we must be individually as strong and tactful as a pack
We are one, but we can learn to attain the characteristics needed to make up a pack within ourselves

Here we are, there we will be
Maybe here with you, or maybe you'll be there without me
All possibilities are good, all possibilities will be
With you with me
Individually or together, we will have to wait and see
For now, let's live and let be

Candlelit moments

Even when there's no clear way to go, Listen to your heart There isn't anyone else in this vast world that speaks the same language as one's own heart. Our hearts are specialized to whisper, to guide, to lead us into our happiness, our soul. It is important to sit quiet in the candlelight, on a Sunday night, hair unkempt, things that need your attention, just forget about them. Pretend for a moment, a small fragment of a second that you're only existing in this space. That space that's calling your name, which resembles the dishes, to the emails- to the papers that need your tried and true attention- just erase them in your mind. You're free from those nags, those needs. What are emails? What are tests? When you're involved in this moment, wine in hand; nothing but silence surrounds you. Take in this moment, take in the glimmer of the candle's flame on the surface of your wine, turn up the music, soak in these feels. Be these feels. You're alive. In this moment, you're alive in the world. You're okay. You got this.

time here

Here is time. Here is an empty space. Here's feelings. Here's the guided path of those who came before you. I've found myself contemplating the meaning of life, existence, our purpose for being on the planet-in the world part of the universe-- to live is to survive every second, every moment of time we have being physically bound in these bodies in this world on this ground To live a life helping others, serving others, loving other people just like you and me is why we're here--or so I think. Some people may disagree, you see. For this is me, and my thoughts in my head. My thoughts in my head do not make a sound to you. Your thoughts in your head are heard by you-and you alone if you do not open your mouth to speak your mind, or type, write, behave in such a way to illustrate your truth. The thing is we have to DO something in order to be heard, understood, loved, helped, changed. Maybe the reason why we exist is to make the most of the time we're given by doing-filling up the empty space of the unknown. The magical thing about life is, whatever it is you want to DO, it's completely up to you what you choose to DO-what action to take-no matter how big or small-you just gotta DO, something-anything. Hopefully that something you choose to do will not hurt anyone, and maybe it could help someone? You? Me? Them, us, those who have yet to be born...you get the picture. These thoughts fill my head, and make me quiet on the outside. I've got all this noise in my mind, inside and I don't know what to do with it, so I just think about this stuff constantly. In the moments in between driving my S.O. to the corner store. During the time it takes for the kettle to call tea time. In the spaces between falling asleep and watching Netflix in my S.O.'s arms. My S.O. asks me if I'm okay and says I haven't seemed myself since we reunited in Washington state after a month's time apart. Maybe I'm just not used to the stillness...maybe I just don't know how to fill the spaces between the routine. Just like the tall, bright-eyed middle-aged blonde-tall nonfat latte drinking woman said "..you reach an age and suddenly you realize you live for the routine." Maybe it's the fact that we know what's next, what's coming, what to expect with routines. Some people may love basking in the glory of empty space, while others, like myself-find myself drowning in existentialism. School starts back up in 5 days. Going to go write out my new weekly routine.

Canvas of life

When you think you know and you've known what you've known for nearly 30 years and you're suddenly thrown off track, derailed and your life as you know it has been totaled Where do you go? How do you start over? Who would I have been had my eyes been open from day 1? What would I have done? What would I change? What did I do because of you? Your reality is painted by the world around you Your family members are the paint brushes Their beliefs, the paint You are the canvas. You never realized that you are holding those brushes You can mix the paint and create many colors Your world extends far beyond the primary wheel of colors Just, never forget who you are Simba.

Skipper

Sunlight enters your aura, ruffling your eyelashes, burrowing into your eye sockets Your cheekbones begin to rise Your eyelashes retreat to their prospective locations Sending smoke signals to the top floor of the building Do not send an SOS