Day 365---Farewell Little Boxman

Can it be that all life really comes down to is an endless series of moments where we have to say good-bye?

As if all the complications brought on by saying hello are only ever just brief moments in time that fade away as fast as the words leave our lips.

As I search my heart for the right words to speak to Danbox now, I know that nothing will come out as ceremoniously and weighted as I would like it to, but the time has come for us to part ways, whether we know how to say this good-bye or not.

We have travelled a year together, this place in time that feels like both forever and nothing more than a brief moment.

Can it really be time for us to part ways? Am I ready now? Is he ready now? Does saying good-bye answer any of these questions?

I want to tell him that he saved me so many times from stepping over the edge, that he inspired me to move forward, even when I wanted to run back. I want to somehow place within his heart, the respect and the appreciation I have for his friendship, and I want him to know just how much I care.

Can life truly come down to the simple, yet complicated, act of letting things go?

As if all we ever have is never ours at all, and that even the human experience is a temporary one, that even home itself is the hearts greatest illusion of safety.

I want to tell Danbox that he showed me the way back to that ember of hope that rested inside my own core. How can I sum up my absolute appreciation for the emotional weight he helped me carry all this way? Are there any words that spoken aloud can overshadow this sadness I feel as he prepares to move on? How can I say the words that I never wanted to say?

Why is life always an act of letting go? Why does it have to be so hard?

I watch as the little boxman gathers a few of his belongings, and wraps them up in a bag made of cloth attached to the end of stick, and I want to know where he is going. I want to know if I can come with him this time, but I already know the answer; this time we both must part our ways, we have learned what we have needed to from each other.

How do you say good-bye when you can’t even find the words to say it?

Why does saying hello always, eventually, bring on the end of something?

How do I tell Danbox that he will be missed? How do I feel like that will be enough to say?

Looking back in this moment before we part our ways, I can see that our journey was never about trying to find happiness, or trying to outrun our histories, or trying to find any direction that might lead us home. Looking back now I can see that it was always about seeing the moment we are in and nothing more.

No past. No future. Only now, only this moment, forever we are bound to only this very moment.

All this time I watched as Time The Thief was stealing my time, as this greedy entity took away all the things that I had or wanted, but I was wrong, for Time The Thief was never just stealing from me, but instead was only ever leaving the present behind for me to see with a better clarity.

I was a ghost trapped in my past.

I was a trespasser locked in my future.

I was a dark passenger choosing to kill my present.

I was, for the longest time, only I against I (eye)

Then this little boxman came into my life, patiently waiting and watching as I stumbled through this impossible forest, and along this path with no end, that I filled with all these messy thoughts that the ego asked me to, so that I could stumble and keep one foot in the past eternally.

I spoke loudly as he sat in silence.

I shouted out to the stars to listen, while he never said a word.

I attempted to hold on while he simply let go.

I want to tell him that I am thankful for the darkness he willingly walked into with me, that I am sorry for taking so long to see what he was trying to tell me all along…that all we have is now, and that we should be eternally thankful for this greatest of gifts.

I want him to know that I hope I will see him again.

I want him to know all the words that my heart wants him to know, but that I can’t find the words to say.

Danbox stands for a moment before me, with his hand on his heart, he reaches out to touch his other one to mine, and this enlightened being speaks the words that remove the emotional burden that I carry, he speaks the words that put everything right where they belong.

I only wanted my little friend to know how much I have learned through him, that this moment is all I know that I have, and how much I hate good-byes.

With his hands placed over our hearts he speaks both softly and thoughtfully, and after a moment more, Danbox reminds me that some connections are forever.

With that familiar hope filled smile, the little boxman spoke only two words…

“I know”

Day 364---Don't Forget To Breathe

In this world of concrete and dead gods, of progression and the desire to overcome our weaker selves, we can, at times, forget to breathe.

It is not enough to walk through this world wounded and silent with your head down and eyes to the ground in fear. It is not enough to keep to yourself and let life unfold without a thought of placing your own hands on the wheel.

It is never going to be enough to keep your hope locked inside a jar and placed upon a shelf far too high to reach, you will need to eventually need to set your hope and desires free if you are to live at all.

In this world of broken dreams and impossible chaos, there is still hope that we can meet our own reflection without apprehension, that we can still learn to love ourselves, and learn to respect and trust the teacher within.

It is not going to be enough to think about a future with more time, especially when Time The Thief actively pursues that mindset with a terrible swiftness.

We must take our broken hearts and press forward into the unknown.

We must walk alongside the dark passenger, until we have reached an unknown destination somewhere in the untold future.

We must learn to listen to the universe as it speaks directly to our hearts.

In a world where perception is the only truth, where that truth is the most honest illusion, we must choose what story to tell ourselves, and we must choose what story to believe.

It is never going to be enough to wait for an answer in the haze of self defeat, one must walk ahead into the great and fear filled unknown, one must be willing to let themselves go in order to find themselves.

We must take these painful histories, and we must carry their weight into the future, until we are strong enough to let them go.

We must learn to see home as a place in the mind, a place in our hearts, and not the physical space in which we live.

In a world where a house called a home can burn down from the memory of another life, we must seek within for new places to call home, new places to rest our scared hearts, safer places to protect the ember inside.

It is never enough to simply think and feel, we must force our paralyzed minds to walk forward, and against the force of the storm we know as change.

It is never enough to simply have hope and hope alone.

In a world that continues to find ways to test our own will and our sincerity in all things, we must never forget to breathe.

In a universe that shows itself in our own reflection, we must never be afraid to open our own eyes, and above all else, we must never forget to keep alive that ember inside.

We must never let go of the hope that brought us this far, because that hope was always ever leading us back home.  

Day 363 "This Human Universe"

Try as hard as we may, pray as much as we have to pray, but there is no spiritual road that can be walked along side another.

This road has always been traveled by your feet alone, separated by the distance you share with any companion you walk alongside.

The universe that you stare out into is nothing but a vision of the minds eye, of your minds eye.

The universe you observe is in itself observing you.

We release ourselves to the will of gravity, in the hopes that we will not fall to the end of our days too fast.

We let go of the past in the hope that their is a place for us, somewhere, in the future.

We learn to live in the now, in the hope that we will not be seen wasting this gift, and incur the wrath of this impersonal universe.

Try as hard as we may, but there has never been an audience who watched more intently than the audience of the solitary self, we are only ever acting to the audience of I.

We search for enlightened teachers, to show us the roads that lead to the kingdom that we all seek, but our teachers look a lot like us staring back into the mirror, and it is in that reflection where we find doubt.

We gaze upon the stars with only your eyes.

We speak to eternity in a voice only we can hear.

We are the universe observing itself.

We walk with another, and yet we all walk alone.

To speak of your personal truths aloud is as risky as treason, for as we speak aloud of our beliefs, we secretly ask to be challenged, and some challenges lead only to mutiny.

Within us is a voice that speaks only to us alone, and only when it speaks of it's desire to be heard should we ever open our mouths to speak mortal words.

Try as hard as we may, but there is no road of the spiritual mind that can be traveled with human companions; but we try...and that is what it means to be human.

Day 362 "We Will Meet On The Battlefield"

This started with me.

This started with someone else.

This person I thought I was, and now this person I think I have become, both starting out as strangers that are now one.

We thought we were separate, but we meshed and collided throughout this whole journey.

I struggled with this ego, and never could I find a way to destroy it completely.

I pleaded with this ego, to let me know a moment of peace, a moment without doubt, even one moment without a past or a future.

I searched for this I within I.

We reached moments where we both lay defeated and quiet, a place on the ground where both sides gave up in respectful admiration of the others will, but when enough rest was achieved, we met on the battlefield once again.

This started as a moment, this started as a dream, then I met love and consciousness, and soon I met Ego.

I told you that I didn't have to be greater than I am, you reminded me that I do.

A few times I blocked your advances, a few times I had you beaten to the ground, a few times I felt like only me.

Now we meet on the field once again, and I am rested now, but so are you.

I know that you will wait for me when I am ready to charge forward again, and we will dance this strange dance, but for a moment longer I will close my eyes, and I will try to remember how all this started with only me…then I will remember you.

Day 361 "These Words Spoken Through Sound"

There is so much to inspire us in this world, and just as much to intimidate us as well.

We can speak with both words and sound, and we can speak in the loudest silence of all.

All these dreams of grandeur that we carved our image from, how Time The Thief stole their shine, and how Hope gave us something new in its place.

If we speak loud enough, will we be heard by a few or many, or none at all?

If we sing loud enough, long enough, will anyone join in and sing along with their own eyes closed and their hearts wide open?

If we give up all these needy and grand dreams, will we still wake up a better version of ourselves for it?

We struggle to reach our inner vision, to learn to find ways to speak its desires better than we currently can, in the hopes that we can free it from our own emotional bonds.

We attempt the unknown for a chance at something better than we know right now.

We create dreams that walk alongside us, as we fail, and as we succeed.

We hope to uncover the end of a road that has no end, only a serious of beginnings that lead into eternity.

I try so hard to learn these alien words, to find some way to speak to you, to reach you from this vast distance, and even though I can barely find the words to say what is in my heart, I know, somehow, that this silence can still say it all loud enough to be heard.

Day 360 "Our Dirty Little Secret"

This desire to collide.

This dirty little secret that runs beautifully through all of us.

Some will give everything for a moment, while others will offer nothing for it all.

This need to be close.

This amazingly sinful but precious line that ties everyone together.

Some will hide this desire, while others will wear their lust on their sleeve for all to see.

This intention to set our bodies afire with passion and pleasure.

This impossible gift that can cost everything and sometimes nothing at all.

Some will fight this desire, while others will only give in.

Some will analyze the very intention, while others will let emotions take the wheel.

In a world filled with an endless supply of souls, so many desire only to be desired.

This world choked with ego and the desecration of it, so many strangers that share this intention to collide, and this desire to create.

It is our dirty little secret that we all share.

Day 359 "The Meaning Of A Gift"

It was Christmas morning and the tree was littered with wrapped gifts of all shapes and sizes. Within these parcels were the small things to show that we took the time to show that we cared, and that we wanted to give something to someone special.

There are those that desire to rip this idea open like someone opening their own presents.

They say how very corporate it is, how very Hallmark, how very sad.

They say that this day is simply another money grab with nothing of a soul to see, but then I watch from a distance as Danbox hands over a gift to me, and right now money cannot be felt, only this little box mans large heart.

I appreciate the act of this gift giving and the glimmer of excitement in his eyes. I can tell that he is not concerned with what he is getting in return, and that all he wants now is to watch the recipient of his gift smile as they open their present that he chose to give.

I can tell that he doesn't think about this moment in any religious context, that he doesn't think about the money involved, and that all he wants is to see a smile created by his will alone.

We all shared many more moments sharing gifts, smiles and hugs, and not even for one second did anyone mention either expenses or the church.

All we did was celebrate a smile and companionship, and for Danbox, for me, and for all of us, this was the true meaning of it all.

Day 358 "Let Us Celebrate Each Other"

I wish to never forget why we celebrate. To never take for granted the brief moments that we are given with another beautiful soul.

I wish to appreciate the small things you do to make this world a better place, and to never forget that we are all fighting our own difficult battles, many of us, bravely, in complete silence.

I wish to never fail in receiving your kindness with a smile, and to never allow you to feel as though you have no important place within my heart; you are my heart.

I wish to share more moments with you, for as long as I can. To never forget that you have chosen to give your time to me, the very time that is stolen from us every second of every beautiful day.

I wish to never forget that time was only ever a gift on loan.

I wish to celebrate every forgotten second without allowing room for doubt, regret, and anger.

We don't have to celebrate together, but we do, and what matters most is knowing that we choose to; and for that I wish to have you in my life as long as I can.

I wish.

Day 357 "We Will Fix This"

We will fix what is broken.

We will make this life sing again.

We must, if we ever want to dance among our dreams once again.

Day 356 "Set Afire With Hope"

Where does this hopeful light come from?

How is it possible for something to come out of nothing, for a heart to continue beating in a realm of absolute zero, for a chance at happiness to exist when all roads lead away from home?

I could never have done this without this will of mine, but I never asked for any of this, despite how thankful I have become for it. I would have walked away if not for the belief that a better day is out there, somewhere, in that foggy distance. I could have walked away by now, but this ember has refused to extinguish, and so it goes with my own heart.

In the silence I could hear the song of hope, and the potential of a better day.

In that deafening silence I could hear the song of a future that might lead me back to a home that I have never known.

I walked hand in hand with the demons of my past for a longer time than I care to admit, and in many ways I still do, but always within me is this desire to never succumb to all the regrets, the pain, the loss, and the fear.

My solitude never separated us, instead it showed me the power of perspective.

My solitude never drove you and I apart, instead it bound us together.

My solitude never made me callous and disconnected, instead it showed me compassion and closeness.

My solitude could never separate my heart from this hope.

I needed this vacation away from us, and this desperate world.

I needed to watch it all from a distance the way that I did, I needed to share only those brief moments that I will never forget, with those special few that stayed a while to show they cared.

I needed to walk this path exactly the way that I did.

This solitude never left me in complete darkness, instead it gave me time to learn to embrace the light that flickered within, this heartbeat in the darkness.

I nurtured this lonely spark that somehow grew into a flame within, and I intend to burn its hopeful impression upon the world for as long as I can, and for as long as I have the strength to keep this flame inside alive and protected, against all odds.

Day 355 "Creating Ourselves In Our Own Image"

Who are we?

Are we the sum of our parts, or every single individual piece?

Are we more the futures we dream of, or completely the histories we all make?

Are we this physical vessel that we control throughout our brief journey, or are we the non-physical mind that wills it all to move?

Who am I?

Who are you?

Am I the lies I tell myself, or am I the truths that I choose to believe?

How can anyone know what is for certain in a world with so many opinions and even more assumptions?

How can anyone speak with confidence in a world run by so many fears and choices, how can anyone know anything for sure?

Perhaps the point is not to know, to somehow accept that there must be some mystery left to who we are, to who we are to become, and what we are supposed to make of ourselves in this life that we all share on our own.

To others, we are what we choose to show.

To ourselves, we are what we choose to become.

So who exactly are we?

Exactly who we decide to be.

Day 354 "The Stories We Will Write"

Misery loves company, but so does happiness.

As we part our ways to follow our own chosen paths, let us never forget to fight for the things worth fighting for, let us never forget to keep lit the fire inside, and let us remember the lessons we have learned.

We must remember that we write our own stories, and that one day we will have to read them back to ourselves.

As we journey forward from here we must not fall victim to dark stories we once told ourselves.

We must choose a different tale to tell, a different path to walk, and to hold fast to the light over the ever encroaching darkness.

It has been a long time coming now, and it is finally time for us to stop writing tragedies.

It has been far too long now, and it is now time to choose a different ending.

Until our paths meet again, I look forward to seeing you in the next chapter my friend.

Day 353 "The Cleanest Dirty Things"

Life is messy.

Not everything can be cleaned with products and elbow grease.

One day you think you have it all, the next day you watch it shatter to the ground, and the next day after you find a way to clean the mess up with a memory worth holding onto.

This life has no clean cuts and no even breaks, only moments that you feel you may or may not be prepared for.

This life has no perfect good-byes, no painless broken hearts, only moments where we feel strong enough to hold back the flood of emotions, rare moments where we feel a bit more prepared for the change we must go through.

This life is beyond messy, with all these cracks and spills, with all these tears and blood, all these webs and landmines, and all this love and razor wire.

We need to let go of the desire to clean this mess up completely, whether alone or together, there are times when we need to appreciate how dirty we let ourselves become; there are times when we have to throw everything to the ground and choose to dance among the shattered glass.

Day 352 "Questions, Questions...Questions"

This human mind that has so many questions.

Questions within questions that lead to questions with questions that have their own questions.

This hopeful mind that always searches for an answer, for some definitive arrival of an answer, one that will not fall victim in the eyes of scrutiny.

Who am I?

What am I?

Where am I going?

Am I doing this right?

Am I reading these signs properly?

Did I forget something important along the way?

Am I still me? After all this time...am I still myself at all?

Do I even want to be the person I think I was?

Was I happy?

Was I content?

Was I only ever just playing along with my head down and eyes closed?

This fragile but powerful human mind that has so many questions flooding it now, but one answer that sounds out along this alien coastline of my mind; for all these questions that beg for more answers, only one word is ever heard…

Yes.

Day 351 "Filling These Empty Frames"

If only we could hold time in place like a photo in a frame, for even a moment longer, perhaps then we might appreciate these brief moments with our complete selves, instead of just watching them blur into oblivion without even a good-bye.

We see the future hang in the distance, and we wait almost forever for this impossible time to arrive, and when it finally does we only wait a second for it to pass into fog behind us.

There is more to the picture than the passing of time itself.

There is more than the future that fades into history far too quickly.

There is always more than this desire to stop it all from spinning out and away.

We dream of a time that can be held in place, like a photo in a frame, a moment that we can hang on the wall and forever appreciate.

We struggle with the idea of eternity, and in this stressful place we plot to capture something forever.

We simply try so hard to hold onto the ocean.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

One single moment, one single universal drop through our fingers at a time, until all the ocean has fallen into the great unknown.

If only we could hold time in place like a photo in a frame, then we wouldn’t have to see that we are the picture in the frame, and it is ourselves that hang on the walls of the universe itself.

Day 350 "The Power Of A Note"

There is a musical note that runs through my life, it sounds of both the past and the future, and both at the same time.

It resonates of both calm and chaos, of understanding and the desire to learn to accept.

This beautiful and endless note that covers everything in both darkness and light, both hope and loss, beauty and the destruction of it completely.

There has always been a musical note that played deep within my heart.

It sounds of both reason and responsibility, and it screams of both defiance and resolution.

There will always be a musical note that runs through my soul.

An eternal note that fills this being with the passion and desire to create, this final note that fills the terrible quiet and empty spaces, until all I hear is possibility.

There is an eternal note that runs through my heart to yours.

It embraces my will and desire to share with you, my friend the stranger, to share with you this feeling of being one.

This beautiful musical note that fills my life with what I have always needed to appreciate this gift.

This fierce note that echoes loudly across the stars, yet at times can only be heard when the heart is as still as death or quiet as the void itself.

This one note that is many, it sings of a life that is shared in its eternal loneliness.

This one beautiful note that spirals out in every direction and none at all.

This one beautiful note that you choose not to hear, but will never be able to forget.

This one note that forces us apart is also the one note that binds us all together.

This one eternal note, forever spiralling out.

Day 349 "It Is Time"

Crawling through the bitter darkness, while drinking from the rivers of venom that flow along the paths edge, I was once so far away from this person that emerges now.

I have seen the way I can tie myself down by the strings of the past, or how I can hang my own hope by a noose made of hate.

I have witnessed my weakness firsthand, and the terrible desire to destroy beautiful things in the wake of my fall.

I never intended to forget to care.

I never planned to set fires to my own history.

I never thought I would hold a knife to my own throat, but I did, and now I emerge from that lost place.

All these years that they thought I was telling the truth by smiling and playing along, but they never saw the change that was overtaking me, and I am not sure I saw it either.

There were moments when the darkness truly threatened my heart, moments where my desires were empty of any hopeful thing, but a moment is only a moment and nothing more.

These wings that I have used to rise above this dark road have been torn off of my back so many times I have lost count, yet somehow they always grow back, and they change every single time..

"I will hope" they say.

"I will love again" they speak.

"I will no longer hide this person I need to become" they demand.

"I now have the power to rise above" I say to myself.

"I am now ready to emerge" we both agree.

"It is time" 

Day 348 "I Celebrate This Heart"

There is beautiful innocence to be found in celebrating a moment with someone special, in taking the time to appreciate the time that has not been stolen yet.

There is a calm appreciation to be found in making the effort to create a smile on the face of the ones that affect our hearts.

There is true honor in honoring the ones that have defended you though the bitter battles, the ones that forgave you when you changed into such a dark and lost creature, the ones that helped you find your way back to wherever this is.

There is a true purpose to be found in putting in your best effort to make another close to your heart appreciate how they have moved yours, and in this there is something even deeper still.

We celebrate for many reasons, but today, today I celebrate the beauty in knowing that I have always been loved, and that I have never forgotten how to love back, despite losing my heart along the way. 

Day 347 "Day 347---This Empty Room With A Space For Hope"

What memories will I fill this empty space in time with?

How will I decorate the walls of my own mind and the spaces in between these moments?

How can I ever know what is to come next?

Is life only ever about the vast emptiness of it, or is there a lesson to be learned that I have yet to absorb?

Is life about letting go in every facet of our existence, or are we to forever hold on to what we have discovered?

What future can be found here in this place of heavy questions and desire?

What history is worth a second glance if it has no place in this heart that has grown into a flame?

Is life ever more than reaching an endless section of emotional crossroads, or are we truly heading toward a new road far in the distance, beyond our current spiritual vision?

We can fill these empty spaces with hope and possibility, with our thoughts and our beliefs, with our ego’s will and our selfish desires; or we can just hang a mirror on the wall and embrace the vast possibility of this reflection.

Day 346 "Outdated Opinions"

So much is moving so fast, many of these things are moving far too fast, while others are not moving at all.

There is no outrunning this race of the technologies, or winning this war of the digital age.

We are this desire to create more and more and so much more.

We want it bigger, faster, better…always better.

Today's advancements will become tomorrows failures.

Today's creations will erase the ghosts of the past.

Today will become the battlefield in which our futures history will be written, a history written in both blood and oil, carved in both metal and stone.

What once was considered to be shiny and new is now impossible to fit into the space where it's successor now sits, rightfully on its eternally temporary throne.

Opinions are outdated, yet opinions are always in fashion.

Opinions are the catalyst for the creations that will one day have us scratching our heads saying "What am I supposed to do with this?

Day 345 "I (Eye)"

NWe are aware of what we think we know.

We think we know by what we see, what we feel, and what we believe.

To say that we are, is only an illusion, but to say that we are an illusion, is to cast aside the weight of our universal responsibility.

We are the reflection of the universe peering into itself.

Love is both a doorway through to rage and back through to harmony.

Hate is an ocean that has currents running through both love and faith.

We are the chaos and the control, the beginning and the end, and the beginning once again.

We are forever the universe looking back at itself.

This body that breaks, this mind that rests in confusion, this heart that forever seeks, are all extensions of the universal I (eye).

I am aware of what I think I know, because I think I am, and therefore I must be; but inside I know that all this certainty is only proof of the reflection that I am not certain of anything at all.

I am the universe peering into itself.

I am only the I (eye) nothing more, and nothing less.

Day 344 "Broken Mirrors"

Where does this broken image of myself come from?

Who gives us these fears and these dark perspectives?

When did I choose to walk away from myself and let someone else walk for me?

When did I start looking into broken mirrors and trusting the reflection to be true?

I cannot forget a time that felt impossibly darker, a time where everything felt jaded and distorted, a time where I willingly looked into these broken and fractured mirrors, and I accepted that I was beyond repair.

I can still recall the days where I dodged the sight of my own eyes starring back at me, how they never lied, how they always showed me of the sadness and the disappointment in it all, and how I was still enduring the abuse.

I still remember those days that had me face to face with the darker side of myself, that side that acted like the most familiar stranger I had ever known.

Now time has passed, and I have learned about perspective; I have now found the beauty in a broken mirror.

I have finally come to see the temporary power that I gave to all the others.

I can sense just how thick of a fog that once clouded my vision and my heart, and I can see how it changed my view of this world.

After all this time I finally see that I gave myself this broken image by allowing it.

I can finally see that I was the first to cast a stone into an unbroken mirror; I was the first to shatter my own image.

After all this time I have finally come to accept that I no longer want to stare back into this broken mirror, or believe in its false reflection.

Day 343 "Warm Shadows"

The sun sets upon us now, and I remember a time when I walked with my head down to avoid its warm light in my darkened eyes.

I can still recall a time when all I wanted was shadow and silence and nothing more.

Time The Thief has stolen so much from us, but I fought to keep hidden as much as I could from those greedy eyes, because there are some things that not even Time The Thief is allowed to have.

I won't ever let my life become complete shadow.

I won't ever succumb to dark hearts and clouded minds.

I won't ever forget that my strength comes from walking in the coldest shade, from crawling through the ice and snow and endless winters, and somehow still remembering to appreciate the warmth of the sun on my back.

That ember of hope was always there for Time The Thief to see, but hidden where that ember rests is the universal understanding that we are eternal.

The sun may set, the storms may come, and the waves might try to break us, but nothing will conquer this desire to appreciate what Time The Thief has taken.

The sun may set, but my heart will remember the warmth through the ember inside.

I will remember that even with my head down, I still walked forward through the darkness of my own mind, that even under the oppression of a black sun, I still managed to hold onto hope in those warm shadows.

Day 342 "What Face Have You Chosen To Wear Today?"

No one is here in this moment, just myself and the quiet universe.

Soon there will be noise and panic, soon I won't have this moment to myself at all.

Soon I will be forced to share this moment with you stranger.

You have a choice before we meet, you will either earn my smile or bring about my disgust. You will either bring me peace or disrupt this moment of peace, whenever we meet, you will have to make a choice.

These moments of clarity and quiet are only ever brief moments; the universe demands it that the wheel keeps spinning.

You are not yet here in this moment, but you will be soon.

I am still unaware of your decision, and I am not sure of what face you have decided to wear today.

I am ready for you to come in uninvited, and I am now prepared to embrace or attack.

I am ready to meet your smile with my own, or to reflect back the anger that you carry like a cornerstone.

In this moment I have peace.

In this moment I have I.

In this moment I can hear the quiet and beautiful sigh of the universe.

No one is here in this moment…yet.