Scribbled Thoughts

The click of synchronicity,

after struggling

to understand,

finally finding

the slot to

click in

and not even

remembering when

it happened.

Confidence settles in one area

as hollow grows in another,

expanding and sparking

until the gas explodes

and we see what

remains behind.

Dancing among the dreams

of our future,

or chasing the ghosts

of our past.

Mixing and polluting

one with another

until there’s no

rhythm left

to stir your movement.

Declare your intentions

and we will

automatically half them

to avoid disappointment.

Still, praise what

has been accomplished,

tasks have been completed,

air has been breathed

and we have laughed

for another day,

just because we can.

Failure as a foundation

unable to establish

the basic start

to begin the result.

Turn heads and

make it happen,

be bold enough

to try,

instead of whimpering

in the corner,

hoping they will notice

and understand.

Unexpected smoothness

underneath fingers

experiencing a rhythmic moment

to calm you

into submission,

into acceptance,

into love.

Window displays

of glaring light

declaring who is the most

festive of all,

who is at home

and who can afford

thier energy bill

this year.

A promise dangles

from the tree,

with no ground

to support it,

exposed so

everyone can see it,

judge it.

View the outcome

and decide

its worth,

as though you’re

worthy enough

to try.

Years of distance

paint my memory

of you different,

innocent,

full of potential.

Now you have grown

and regard me cooly,

eyes refusing

to acknowledge warmth

or thaw

with remembered moments.

Reaching out was too hard,

now stretching across

is impossible.