How could I be so wrong? I still see that look in your eyes, I still feel it. When you look at me, I still feel the love, I still see the want. How could I have been so wrong? Heartbroken and lost, I sit here bewildered by the difference between actions and words. Maybe there is something I don’t see. Is that the case? Maybe right now I am not meant to understand. Maybe I am just meant to have faith. I know what I feel, and if I go on my gut, I know what you feel too. Life is not always fair, I know that better than anyone, but I am going on faith that what is meant to be, will be. I know we have something that is a once in a lifetime experience…fate must have a way of making it all work out. -So I Sit Here and Hope
This article appears in Apr 24-30, 2014.
Sounds familiar…we tend to ignore those gut feelings, but they rarely, if ever, steer you wrong. The disconnect between words and action can be quite surprising, but often unintentional. A connection that two people feel is not always straight ahead, but is indeed meant to benefit both. In my case, I am keeping faith and hope alive, because I feel she is worth waiting for. I may be just a voice in the wilderness, but pride has no place here. In life, we have reached a major goal when two people feel the same for one another, regardless of circumstance.
Fuck hope and faith…
Love is patient……
Patience is a whimsical weather,
a scenery beneath a pale moonlit night;
somehow a velvet rope,
which binds memories between the lines.
Patience gains that trust
rare in a world of waiting,
a knightly sacrifice
that only someone’s words can end.
It should not be talked about,
it has its own voice to speak for itself,
it means no boundaries,
no time, no conflicts.
It is a bizarre blossom,
a person could ever hold in their hands.
And patience is a kind of love,
explained in every bewildered circumstance
Wish in one hand, shit in the other – then squeeze.
See which comes out first!