Inspiration Interpretation

I can feel it Creeping up Laying in the corner, avoidance all written across its face. I can feel it Almost happening Coming thisclose and then falling back again. I can feel it Peering in Against the window, face smushed there, fogging the glass like morning mist. I can feel it Know it will be Allow myself to begin to believe it's right around the corner. I can feel it But can't reach out to grasp The strings hang loosely beyond my reach... I can feel it... Someday soon. Until then I lie in wait, in hope, impatient.

If I could fly I'd swing myself so high I'd flip Right over the bars, flip, right out into the sky just to watch the shocked eyes when I didn't crash to the ground. If I could fly I'd sprint forward, spring outward FLING myself out off the mountain, off the cliff, OUT into the open air, breathe in that most sacred of breeze the fresh the cool clean crispness of it all turn around, past the eagles, and fly right back to you, wind in my hair. If I could fly I'd hold you tight I'd take you out into the clouds OUT above the rainbows out beyond our eyesight where nothing can touch us Nobody can reach us Nothing could hurt us Being so high, flying away. I'd watch you laugh and cling to me Cling, like you do to my leg when I'm cooking but this would be better so free, you and me. If I could fly I'd float around when my legs got tired toes not touching the ground I'd take advantage of my new skill to replace that most fundamental of exercise. But most of...

Inspired by this quote: ♫ “Appreciation can make a day, even change a life. Your willingness to put it into words is all that is necessary.” -Margaret Cousins Deep Deep Breath By Jaden Brulotte Two steps back and a deep, deep breath a meditation minute to reflect rejoice at your choices, your life, your thoughts sometimes we forget... Appreciate the breath of wind, rising goosebumps on your arms, static cling to this minute moment in time the rise of the surf reaching up to lick at your toes, friendly and provocative crushing on you appreciate the time you have spent wandering wondrous trails, mountains, rivers and forests, passing through nature, tourist on a trail of treasures tweaking your image of the world -- as it exists-- as you scatter your scent through the underbrush. appreciate butterfly kisses, lashes swishing your face, downsized dirty fingers grabbing at your hair pulling you there, to the place where you might find appreciation for sil...