I struggled in raging rivers,
Battled with tremors of the tides,
Had you not left a storm in your place,
Calm fails to possess the same grace.
My mind could twirl to the rhythm of your heartbeat,
But that would mean trading my soul for deceit.
And I have not the spine to make such a sacrifice.
For once you embrace fate,
the same waters that once drowned the very core of you,
Will float you to faith.
C'è stato un istante in cui ci ho creduto.
Un istante brevissimo e, forse, neppure tra i più significativi di quelli passati insieme in cui ci ho creduto al punto da mettere in discussione tutto il resto: i progetti dei mesi futuri, quella convinzione radicata e assurda che mi portavo dietro sin dall'infanzia che niente va mai secondo i piani e che forse la felicità non esiste neppure. Ero arrivata a mettere in discussione quello in cui credevo da più o meno tutta la vita perché in quell'istante la felicità mi era sembrata così tangibile da pensare di non poterne più fare a meno, un giorno.
C'è stato un istante brevissimo in cui mi sono sentita al posto giusto nel momento giusto e, per una persona che non si trova mai a suo agio da nessuna parte, devi ammettere non è niente male come sensazione. C'è stato un istante brevissimo tra quel bicchiere di troppo e la chiacchierata lungo il fiume, quello in cui ridevi così forte da riuscire a stento a trattenere le lacrime in cui ho creduto in noi e sono certa che in quel brevissimo istante in noi ci hai creduto anche tu
While out gathering sunflower seeds from the garden, The Lord revealed something to me. If one little seed can produce a handful of seeds by the end of the season, then, a writing session too can produce. I may not be in the mood to write. But when I force myself to at least begin, great things may occur. I may flesh out the storyline, a hole may be fixed, or, a character's personality can come to life.
The next time you sit down to write or edit, remember, a seed, no matter how small, can produce great quantities.
So go write!
He stared at the screen where the chat box was open, contemplating the appropriate response. Response to what? Response to, "How did you change so much?".
His finger hovered on the send icon. "How did I change? I changed the day I realised promises mean nothing to anyone. I'm not naive I always knew not all promises were kept. Nor did I think all those promises you took swearing on me were of any effect. Even then I used to tell you, don't you promise on me. Not because I'll die when you break 'em but you will for me. I changed the day when all those promises which you stood for broke away for your convenience.
How did I change? I changed the day when you grew tired of me. When you told me I made you cry more than I made you laugh. Whereas I still used to cry myself to sleep but when you used to text me 2 am at night telling me something was troubling you I used to crack jokes whilst my cheeks were still wet.
How did I change? I changed the day when I saw the very things that I wished for from you were given away to others. Whereas they meant to me more than it meant to them. Yet I was given excuses, reasons, justifications while they got you.
How did I change? I changed the day I realised that all you ever wanted was someone who went by you while you trampled them. Someone who would take on your stampede with a smile and say it was a party while pulling down their sleeves to the bruises earned from you.
How did I change? I changed the day when I became your option when I had made you my choice. So I chose to change." As he finished reading his response, his finger still hovered around the send option. A drop fell on the screen. He realised his eyes were wet. Quickly he backspaced through it. "Nothing. Probably just grew up, eh? :) ". Some things don't change. He still backspaced through his priorities so he didn't hurt her.