LIFE. life. lifelifelife.
I'm living life.
living it.
but I'd like to be writing about it, too.
so here's some words I've written. my poetry, if you can call it that. oh how I wish I could write the hauntingly beautiful phrases that Percy Bysshe Shelley weaves together, or craft the comfortable, enlightening words of wisdom C. S. Lewis seems to sprinkle everywhere. but I'm glad they wrote those wondrous phrases and glorious words. they point me to the beauty of the all-knowing God.
--the space.
it darts like a humming bird, a flash,
that glance--between you, and I--
and I blush, and think,
did you mean to be looking at me?
or was it just chance.
why is it that, from across the room,
you seem as close as a boat,
latched safe to its dock:
why don't you come nearer?
and I feel lost at sea.
we talk, and you laugh, and I feel
warm and safe; but, for some reason,
I hesitate--a space forms--
do you wish it had lasted?
[the warmth]
I think that you do, don't you?
...did you feel it, too? Or am I mixing up my warmth for yours? it's yours that will make up the space, between you, and me. you know that, don't you? I'm sure that you do.
In fact, it's the distance that assures me. how strange life is.
(thank you pinterest)
Oh, and by the way...I made cranberry chocolate chip muffins this morning, and I actually improvised a bit (guys, this is a big thing for me), and they still tasted yummy!!
I'm a breakfast baker at heart <3
