Bronx, United States
Sometimes.....I sit when it's quiet. I sit there and listen. I listen for the thoughts, the feelings, the love, the hurt, the pain, the smiles, the tears, the hugs, the lessons, the arguments, and the special moments. I sit there and I listen. I wait for something to hold me, for someone to hold onto me. To tell me it's ok to breathe again, to smile again, to love again, to like again, to live again, and to feel right again. It’s gonna be all right...again. I wait, and I wait...and it comes. It cloaks me, it envelopes me, it protects me, it holds me, it loves me, it teaches me, it reaches deep inside of me, it pulls out the inner strengths, and deeper layers from within me, and replaces the hurt with the newness of me. It gives me a reason...a reason to stop, a reason to look, a reason to go…a reason to let go. And then it lets go, and I get up from my sitting, and go on with my living.
co-President for Buttered Biscuitz, and EzAzPie, Devoted Wife, Loving Life Partner, Best Friend,