Timeless

Some things pass through our lives. With purpose to be found later. Some feelings teach us what we are. As well as things we did not know. Not always what we care to. They run their course. Leave their mark. Become memories. We become a memory. It fades. We fade as we serve no further purpose for someone. Life paths diverge into others. Repetition of that making it clear what we can hold on to. What little we’re allowed. Not always what we should. 

I find it hard to bear the truth that we, ourselves, are never timeless to another. Behind the face we know, changes occur. Process takes place. Growth of emotional intelligence. Needs pulled from the air of life experience. Suddenly important. Suddenly detrimental. Progress. Falling back. All new. Keeping up. Changes. It seems a battle that can’t be won. To remain in someone’s heart forever. To be promised that. To never be promised that. Repetition.

At those same hands, what is needed and desired of you will always be changing, as well. Always. Never slowing. Never predictable. No clear paths leading in or out. Minute by minute breakdowns and categorization of exchange between two people who can’t make themselves clear. Who sometimes can. What’s promised and what is not. It makes all of it seem a little more just. A little more fair, the uncertainty of that other side. A little. Repeat, repeat. This is how we learn.

I don’t wonder anymore if timelessness is merely a state of mind. I know it. I’ve also learned that it isn’t a Promise. It’s a Happening. A true destination. One to be looked back upon. Not looked impossibly forward to. While there are some things I wish I did not know, I know now what Timeless is to me. That’s when I fall without regret. And forgive without question. That’s where I’m a better man for the experience. That’s where I keep my own pleasant memories as well as hopes now passed and gone. That’s where I hold all those soft sounds, words and feelings for myself. For all time. 

Forever. The ultimate repetition. Life’s greatest learning opportunity. That is how we learn. But what can we keep forever. Some things are purely a challenge. Some are impossible. Gone in the night for one. Timeless to another. So, go ahead and define that. If you can. 

I’ll wait.

Sam

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Once More

Believing that Everybody Leaves is a fabrication of Lazy Love. That’s the way out. A way to excuse yourself from awful behaviors and routine attachment rather than real connection. Why do I bother. Then don’t. There’s nothing I can do. You’re right.

Defeatist. Continue reading “Once More”

“Go Time”

We are a fairly strange species here. Our thoughts and experiences cycle. Like the rest. It all comes back around eventually. And the shade of it will be completely different…when you’re seeing it for the second time. If you do. Still part of me…but, oh how the relevancy has changed. Do I hate the word Bittersweet yet?

…On the contrary. And I’m still not ashamed. To this day.  Continue reading ““Go Time””

Courage, Clouds and Capitulation

It’s a strange thing walking from a friendship over into something more with someone you care for. Walking across that line together. It feels beautiful. Like home. A little mind-blowing maybe. We’ll call it breathtaking, for the sake of argument. And there is always that one moment. When you both realize it. That it’s happening. Happened. And it changes the course. Of everything. It defines the whole deal.

Continue reading “Courage, Clouds and Capitulation”

Best to Let It

Life can be about warmth with someone. Finding those soft edges in one another. Landing somewhere. With them. It can be about that quiet spot independent of other activity. And forgetting for a bit. It can be about sharing part of your heart in exchange for a new piece. To hold. And keep. It can be about giving yourself over in wanting someone. Needing. It can be about tenderness and unhurried intimacy. It can be about the touch that soothes two people. And eases minds and bodies. It just can.

It’s all made unnecessarily difficult. Being vulnerable does not make you a victim. Being vulnerable does not mean you will be victimized. It simply means you have a heart that wants in the worst ways. And all the best. Vulnerability is a gift you have to offer another. And them to you. And it absolutely can make you weak for someone’s spirit. It just can.

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