Monday, November 7, 2011

Sisterhood

I wish we didn't feel the pain. I wish we didn't welcome it.
I wish we could let it go. I wish we wanted to.
I wish for questions. I wish for answers.
I wish to be a part. I wish to be a whole.
But most of all I wish to be heard, to be recognized in your eyes, my companion, my friend, my sister.

We wish but we do not ask.

Instead we search, hand in hand, for the parts, wholes, questions, answers, pain, happiness, and recognition of our existence.
We search. We seek. We long to understand.
But the beauty lies in the fact that we don't.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Eighteen

Eighteen.

I am eighteen today.

What does that even mean?

I'd like to know.

I know it's a number.

What is a number?

It brings order.

What is order?

It is meaning.

What is meaning?

It is chaos.

What is chaos?

It is beauty.

What is beauty?

It is love.

What is love?

Love is life.

Eighteen years of life.

Quote of the Week

"Life's but a walking shadow." - William Shakespeare, Macbeth