The mind, a dormant stone

EuropaWynd reads "My Way into the Belly"

So the end of the year...coming soon, coming strong, and I am so eager to let it go. It brought tears, tearing across my skin, eyes wide - sockets blackened by the ashes above my head. A heart crashes into the ground, letting traffic roll over and over to squeeze out the blood. Unimaginable. Never - please never let this fever again hit. All the coaxers. All the hands on our bodies, his mother's and mine...and a little one silenced. Her fever unlifted. She is silenced by youth...will there ever be a call? A moment to hold hands and visit... Saddened in the dust. Here we are. Goodbye to this year, as I begin to face an anniversary of death, and move beyond the year he ended his life.

Seems to be the words I have been uttering for a while now...a new appreciation of life, of small freedoms to just chill and be my unique self. There is no better enjoyment than a wink of the smallest realization that you are satisfied with how you've been living. If you feel yourself smiling and satisfied, you are truly living your gift.

Starting to feel a page turn under my heel, it's light, lifting me as if I were weightless. It's a clean breeze, whisps of hair moved finely by the sea air. I am thankful. I feel less heavy, less dark, the brightness offers resuscitation. I hope I deserve it. I tell you this, it will not be shun or taken for granted. If I am offered this life again, truly, I will live out to my potential.

This man is such an amazing performer and his spirit is so strong, he can make the darkest of souls smile. :) Thank you for reviving me!

I'm gonna love what I do, complete what I say, realize my dreams, and dedicate my time to making it reality. ACTION GIRL, look at me go. I am moving, I am living. I am alive to exist in my own space. I should make it a happy space.

Am I too young to have a heyday? I want to feel the motion of productivity clamp my hand, run with me and not let go. I feel like my skin is made of butter...nothing sticks. This ridiculous frown wears me. I want to slap it away and embrace the free that was my mind. Life is meant for dancing, experience, not control. Life is not to be controlled. It simply is. If we harness the rare "animal" that purrs in our core, we can live happily, without these traces of fear and confinement. We were meant to be more, yes. We were meant to be! As your breath lacks control, so you live and move on top of this sphere. You live and move, breathe, jump, squeeze, walk, grind teeth, impulse to feed ourselves...nourish the animal. Nourish you. It's the simplest of tasks. Just be. This is where I want my mind to pounce...back and forth, under moon or sun. As all things exist, I want me.