I ran into someone I used to know recently. All the things left unsaid and chilling breezes from open doors caved into the warmth of memories. Our paths may never cross again. Another moment will fade into an edited memory. The wind will change direction. But, in that moment I knew I was exactly where I was suppose to be. In that moment I was in sync.
We don't choose who to love. We choose how to feel the rarity of its devour. We choose to make room for what words can't define. We choose to let it cripple our thoughts. We choose to surrender to what can't be said. We choose to foster, carefully tendering to those harmonic connections.
Embrace the openness. The behind, the forward, the now. Relish in the thought of the unsung tale. Leave the closure pleas, late night remembrance fights, mind battles and self inflicted gavel symphonies.Wrap yourself in heavenly comforts and stand in doorways and on windowsills and horrific ledges. We don't choose who to make memories with. We choose who to place in our fairytales.
You are a story made up of pieces of all you long to forget. Pieces sown together by uncontrollable gifts.
Pay attention. Listen to everything pouring into your heart, gut, mind, soul. Listen with every inch full of curiosity. Remember colors and lyrics and middle names. Send love notes on dateless anniversaries. Be needy and grateful and ridiculous. Hold on to the frames. Take imaginary snapshots out of focus. Attract the finger tips and lingering stares of the radiation behind undeniable smiles. Be drawn to connect in split seconds. Linger. Stare. Cling to those fateful moments.
Choose to pay attention.
Release yourself from the version of a path you tragically navigate your intuition towards. Turn off your spinning head. Converge your will, manifest your intent and be in the experience. Flow and latch on and flow again.
Sometimes you don't know the good in goodbyes until you are brave enough to accept the fight in holding on. Sometimes a coincidence is our spirits way of getting us to laugh at all the fuss we make.
