i use to think strength was everything, to hold on until you can’t hold on no more. now i know differently. it ain’t so bad to let go. that’s a different kind of strength. an unseen strength that’s more than myself. oozing out and overflowing like a strange brew of magic.
i use to hang on to every word
as if it were biblical.
i turn over, reach for another…..
and forget all about the lines that went far too long
the edge came up quick…..
before i could jump
outta the way.
*love the photo, two baby birds headin out over the edge…. could not help but to post this photo…. i love their coat, their walk, their talk, their first flight…. i envy photographers… they rock…
i started to notice it a few days back all that water on the floor, no mop…heaven was everywhere and for some odd reason it began to spill over into every aspect of my life…i couldn’t help smiling. and everywhere i went i smiled at everything.