Red wine.

I no longer long to remember the memories of child’s play
Communicating to an open space while my toys watch as I speak
My eyes steady in despair trying to catch your glance
Oddly, I don’t remember either of you anymore
Well I do but not how you felt or smelt
Strange how things changed
Boredom I’d scream if they remained the same
I remember when I skinned my knees while riding my bikes with my aunties
Can’t remember the pain
I remember bubbles baths
Which is why i take em’ now
Entering worlds different from this life
defined and designed to rise from every fall and spring back up dusting off the dirt from my feet
Intrigued by the movements of chocolate fudge topping on my
ice-cream sundaes after church.
My nostalgic rights to write.

If your words defined me

If words defined me
You wouldn’t able to find me
I’d be lost in the insults of your “unintentional degradation”
If you words defined
I would have  stayed when you said get “behind me,”
If your words  defined I would have stayed meek to your threats of  “bitch,try me.”
This would only be if your words defined me
If your words defined me you’d still be beside trying  to hide me
And I’d still be trying to find me;
The me who isn’t defined by your words, your thoughts or your views.
I am more than the skin on my face
The hairs on my body and the eyes in my sight.
The delicacies of my mind fondle my thoughts ,arousing playful ideas in a world-wind of subjected seriousness.
Small kindness consumes me for it is  so rare.
So forgive my inability to react.
I’ve  been conditioned by this world to not feel

Except  that time finger brushed my lip I felt .
I supposed you weren’t that much different from me but you are, until I explore my mind and think, you’re  more similar to me than I thought and I resent that  because I don’t like the you, the you in me and the me in you.
Still I stand, more than my hair,more than my words,my smile, my laugh, my eyes,more than my mind.

 I am merely my thoughts and my soul searching as humans so often do.

Today I went swinging.

Today I swung on the swings with my little 7 year old sweetie sitting next to me.

We closed our eyes as we swung higher and higher into the air,becoming one with the breeze.

 Soaring into the moment. 

I told her I felt like i was flying, she said she felt like she was in heaven.

We lived in that moment

We embraced,appreciated,indulged in it.

It gave me everything.

Life’s small joys<3