I watch her look for something else; something i've never met or gotten to befriend. She searches and speaks out, but nobody knows how to answer. I know her and she knows me; our silent bond grows stronger with time and I yearn to understand what it is that she seeks, what she is trying to tell me. Maybe it's classified news and only those with like minds can understand...but I try and I will keep trying.

I yearn to know what hurts her or what makes her content. I want to know what she sees and what she ponders. What her thoughts are clouded with or what she first thinks of in the morning when she stretches and begins again.

They say communication is key to all relationships, yet this one is silent; void of the same words. Yet full of speech of the heart and tie unseen.

Free Yourself

Free yourself...let yourself fly above everything you've ever feared. Everything you've ever ever given up on and each thing you worry about when you wake up. Feel the air rustle each feather as you spread your wings in flight. Soar above the wind and conquer; fight!

Speech

Do you ever feel like no matter how much you say, the listener would have appreciated silence? Or no matter how much they tell you to be silent, you know they are dying to hear the aching of your heart? Why does silence separate us? Why does the absence of words take the tight grasp you're holding and unfold each finger until you slip?

Sometimes it's unfortunate that we let things go. That familiar feelings and dreams are almost foreign to us after we let them slip away. But once we pull our boots on and search the mud for those forgotten feelings it feels so good to have them back and to live them out again.

Surfacing

Do you ever wake up with the feeling that maybe you've learnt something new and that this new concept will help you through the day?

Or that you feel useful, loved, and full of purpose? Isn't it a beautiful thing?

It's almost like treading water. You never really know how well you are going to do it until you try. Once you do, you can learn to swim. You can do something new.

Hope

Tonight I saw the snow sparkle. I peeked out my window with a heavy heart and was pleasantly met with small twinkling crystals winking back at me. For a split second my heart cried out in freedom with the hope that maybe things hadn't changed. That maybe I should take the best of each moment like the twinkling crystals do as they keep each other company. That just maybe my memories will keep me company this night.

A Blank Page

A best friend to those someone who can't truly reveal themselves with the words that they speak; but can explore their emotions between each faint line. Don't underestimate those you can't always hear, they may be contemplating things which our hearts haven't endured.

Choices

In this moment, I wish that my heart would speak up. It seems to be dangling from three different ropes that each pull and strain me. It seems like I'm ready to decide and remove my heart from the puppeteers leash, but then I change my mind. One day, I will decide and the ropes will be cut.

Swimming with the Dolphins

I'm swirling in the crystal waters with my hands wrapped around the fin of my dolphin. We are enjoying the swim and I pull one of my hands away from the tight grasp I was holding on with. My hand runs through the ribbons of the water and I shiver. My dolphin cooes and we submerge oursleves into the crystals. I take my hands off her fin and wrap them around her neck as we fly deeper and deeper into the water. My breath is full and I don't have a care in the world as I watch fish and small creatures swim by. She climbs deeper and deeper and I feel a cramp in my chest. I can no longer see as well and the water is making me feel beavier as it flushes me down. I have hardly enouigh breath to last and I begin to push and pull my dolphin. She doesn't understand me... I become blanc; I feel my body start to float. I feel her jabbing into me but it's too late. I'm floating...

Lonely Eyes

When that single teardrop falls from her eyes,
She seems to hide without disguise,
In a world of people who live on lies;
And never stop to consider why.

When here eye is a window to see into,
And you can clearly see the pain she went through,
You might ignore all her need like you don't have a clue;
'Cuz you never quite know until you've been through it too.

When the sea in her eyes is waving and crashing,
And the emotions inside are endlessly thrashing,
She is waiting for something that may never end up leaving;
But will fly on above her and taunt her as she's dreaming.

Each pair of eyes you happen to see,
Hold secrets inside them that might not always be,
Something that identifies with you and me;
But love and care should set them free.