To each, his own. To their's, their own. To our's, we hope.
When there are some things you wonder and some things you mind, you can help but wonder those things you don't recall.
With the sky as blue as the grey lines in the clouds, with the birds chirping and the water droplets as clear as a sunny day, fruits of love that come about hoping to find a smile on a kids face is something to await.
When you see the future as it seizes to exist, a smile on your face on a moody day and capiz windows that flung against the walls, you wonder how a combination has come about.
In between schedules that have to be moved, smiles that have turned into frowns and butterflies that for some weird reason have to come to look like moths, it is obvious how changes may occur in a flick.
Once. Twice. Thrice a fourth. A step at a time may not be as simple as it may seem. Patience is a virtue that though is said for all, may just turn around to be otherwise.
Tap, tap, tap. Time is ticking as a gush of noise is about to come.
Tick-tock-tick of rushing billows of air. Of wind. Of a hurricane.
Words often pondered. Words often crushed. Words hoping to be heard. Calls hoping to be made.
Rings hoping to be played and dreams hoping to be reached.
Attainment is of the utmost hope and of the utmost yearning. Life at a young age is as colorful as can be. Zeus, Hera, Aphrodite, Hermes, where could you be?
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Times-a-ticking. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Dream's awaiting.
Dark. Light. Light. Muddy. Dark. As confusing as it may be, it's just what it is and it's just to be left as that. Awaiting for a call. Awaiting for an answer. Hoping to be heard. Hoping to be noticed.
A Novena perhaps?
Chill. Relax. Stay Still. A step at a time.... Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
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Toodles!
Cathy
6-10-11
