Cryptic N
by admin • July 5, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Thoughts • 1 Comment
It is now the 4th of July.
Silence.
Yeah, I thought so.
Unexpectantly waiting, expectantly pleased about a letter that was never sent.
Never written.
Never, perhaps, even existent in the realm of conscious thought or feeling.
A first love.
A second love.
Intertwined with the vines of a hopeless measure, removed from our wrists like shackles and our hearts like severed constrictors who tried squeezing the life from the breathing.
But I am still breathing. Still walking. Still feeling.
Alive, like one coming back from the dead.
For I was dead.
But He is bringing me back to life.
And she ignites the flame of Hope which you extinguished.
Final milestone. Or the second?
Last one for a while.
Stretch the silence to cover the ends of space.
Enough buzzes in my ears as it is.
Cryptic.
Dar Author,
Your words are very powerful and light fireworks of passion and pain ,no matter what day of the year it is.
He & She who makes you feel alive and hopeful again are none the less, smiling today and every night because you want, have and need this again in your life.
You are lucky.
Be Well Cryptic.