Day 344: Unwinding Down

These periods of warmth and cooling down seems confusing at best, when all you want to do is crawl back into bed, sit with a cup of hot choclate and maybe read. If that picture is making you hungry enough, think of the smell of coco filling up the corners of your face, and your glasses they fog up. Imagine sharing something warm in the cold outside, whether they maybe nothing more than simple thoughts that I may write about. They maybe inspiration over the fading sunlight, they maybe a long walk home waving goodbye. You are tired too I know, waiting for instructions from your heart your mind, come rest for a bit, maybe just for a little Unwind.

Unwinding Down
These flowers in the winter days, they refuse to bloom
So I write all morning and into the passing afternoon
I grab another slice of life that comes in a box
Instructions not included so I easily get lost

I am wishing for a warmer place and you are somewhere too
Keeping at the things both you and I need to do
Staring up from the faint glow of my white and blue screen
Asking the hours as the day it fades, no matter where I have been

I stare at my phone and then quickly back to work I go
Maybe you have written to me, I am curious to know
But in the wind she blows and "Chicago" plays in my head
I am sleepy in bits and pieces and my eyes are quietly tired red

I am time periods we listen to, stuck in maybe the "Holocene"
It is present day after all, right here where we have been
Listen to the wind outside and keep coming back as you need
In imperfect ways write something only you and I can read

Day 343: Our Stories in the Wind

Once in a while, you will have a walk that hits you as more than meaningful. Maybe it will be something about the idea of getting lost , not knowing where to go or even the notion of watching the lights fade across the sky. These are inspiring no matter how close you get to putting them down and scheduling them , these will be the random ones when you don't decide the when and where.  I like to believe on this windy day that there are ideas that come and go, and as it gets louder outside I think of songs we hum in our heads. To some of the most perfect evenings that we can find, and moments when all you want to do is simply hit rewind :) Find a windy city of your own

Our Stories in the Wind
Come build me a story, let me stay
In your thoughts & memories let me remain
You are held close to me as I am inspired
I keep coming back to you when you are not tired

To see what I may have missed in days & night
What has but gently slipped our sight
When we have walked to places & found them new
These moments that flee and the ones that are few

I tell my obsessive self, that obsession is in short supply
So I keep collecting feelings, hoping they will always survive
I am rationed thoughts maybe few that do change
While I find my ride along and my life it seems rearranged

In the housekeeping this weekend I smile without reason
I keep wishing for Spring at the end of winter season
For in the wind outside they may come and go as they please
Let me just write to you, knowing in time you will read

Day 342: As Needed

Ever felt nervous because you planned something or thought about it too many times in your head? I will be honest, that for now that seems to be the state of my mind. While getting into the specific nature of the problem is irrelevant it makes me write more connected to reality than ever, describing these anxieties that keep me on my toes for today. I think of these moments as reality that comes to me as needed, it does not announce itself, neither does it feel the need to be validated. For now I am in the quiet that surrounds me and you as I keep writing

As Needed
These moments of quiet anticipation
I am unplanned plans in your imagination
I am nervous about things I do not know
But for now, I will be confident or so I will show

Have I written down things I need, I will learn and unlearn
In the hours of the night, I hope I keep walking without turns
For I am easily distracted but not with you
I am listening in the quiet as the night, it mellows

As though stories of the book that comes alive
I am hoping to fall short of nothing that the night writes
I am fact looking for fiction, I am reality if you need
Just wishing for an endless conversation, to listen & pay heed

These moments that flee, they are much too shy
They are just like me, learning how to be human sometimes
Uncomplicated, undefined , you bring me to ease
I am learning to find comfort in just "you" and "me"