I’m in bed enjoying the sounds of the night. The furnace is fighting
back by howling warm air throughout the house. Still, the wind blows.
I wonder, where does wind begin and end? Does it start in the ocean
and find it’s way here? Sometimes it is a fun journey. So, she is
soft. Her breath. Other times, it’s a hassle. so much crap along
the way. Maybe that’s it. Tonight she’s pissed.
It’s 12:40a.m. and I’m wide awake. I’m happy. My soul and I. To be
quite honest, I should be crying and contemplating death. Yet, I’m
very peaceful. I find that extremely odd. Maybe I’ve gone insane
and this is all a dream. I’m in a coma in a hospital on happy drugs
and I’m just tripping away. How in the hell can I feel this good?
But, of course I do know why. I’ve been given gifts. Or, maybe,
probably, I’ve had the gifts all along but never bothered to open
them. Too extravagant! If I accept such fantastic gifts, than I
will be obligated. Yet, I finally broke down and tore the ribbon of
discontent off. Ripped away the paper of worry and sadness. And, I
opened my soul to my life’s possibilities. To accept myself for who
I am. To love who I am. Forgive my mistakes where I learned much.
I burned that paper and blew those ashes as far away as I could…I
blew so hard… like the wind.
Author: PJ..aka: Manifestations