Day 190: Our Unfinished Story

This week started out like a story, with one page after the other, with warm memories, blue moons, pieces of the day that somehow created experiences. I like to think we are all these chapters in the writing, we just don't have to fit in anyone else's books, our chapters are who we are, incomplete for now. "Our Unfinished Story" actually translates from a song, which was on repeat when I wrote my first piece this week. As I moved through this week I felt like being called for an encore by life every morning as I wrote more and more. This writing explores the relationship between a perfect story that eludes us in our lives and the need to keep adding to our existing ones in the hope of getting there. I like to believe that thought the obvious things are probably too obvious to be told, we are dreamers by nature, we are risk takers and wanderers and at our very best we are story tellers & writers just the same. I hope it speaks to you in simplicity

Our Unfinished Story
Our stories were unfinished at the end of days
As our best and worst memories would sometimes sway
They are not meant to be kept in bottled jars
They fade somehow, and sometimes they slip away

We are summer days that have escaped the rain
Walked away with no fear, no expectation or pain
And as our favorite songs were kept on repeat
There was little that our world needed for us to pay heed

We got to write & piece together bit by bit
We are not done yet, we are far from calling it quits
Call it a day where ever you are & whenever the hours pass slow
Where ever the heavens meet then earth in horizons we don't know

Our encores that are called for by life,
We have learned to be better maybe just this time.
Wait for me to gauge how much this day weighs,
Wait until some pages have been neatly tucked away.

Our unfinished stories are far from over my friend
We are writing our best bits, we are far from a chapter's end
Our plots, our fictions are too real not to be
Written somewhere in bitter-sweet & some warm memories