I'm sitting here in a bookstore coffee in hand with so many books to read yet, I found myself being hypnotized by a small little poetry journal. Many times I have read these words and them having no alternative impact
but, as I turned each page i felt as if some stranger was reaching into my chest ripping pages of my heart throwing them on display for this whole cafe to see.
In this unexpected caption of "me" my hands can't seem to stay still and as i listen to my i pod every song keeps encouraging my nostalgic state.
I read every word as it were the first time
from a different author that i related so strongly too. I wanted to jump in and shake this person and tell them " He doesn't love you." "your dad left for a reason.", "she was an awful friend."
This impact on my psyche is a revolutionizing state of mind. My body has tiny vibrations running from my toes through my spine.
it's inexplicable.
I am hungry to know more about her?
this poet..this writer..
She seems as if she could boldly state who she is with
no remorse of human existence.
If only we could be one.
maybe she'll find me someday lost in a book with my music with my coffee my mess and confusion, maybe she'll tell me authenticity is still alive within the bruises.
that she found how to love herself, to love others...to love God.
and maybe just maybe she will assertively say "look into my eyes beyond the color, beyond the lashes..and what is it you can see.?"
and when i muster the courage to do so
the skies will open and i will finally realize this
mysterious woman is me.
